The December series on fertility issues is, of course, over now. However, we received this guest-post the other day and felt that it was important to include as well. Many ODM readers may find this story touching, relevant and hopeful.
Many thanks to guest-poster, JD, for the submission!
We knew we were going to start a family after a year of being married. We decided to travel to St. Lucia for our one year anniversary and for our two year anniversary we would have our first child. Next thing we knew, two more years passed, many more destinations were traveled and still we hadn’t gotten pregnant.
We had been trying to get pregnant on our own for about a year when a friend of mine suggested my husband and I should see a fertility specialist and stop wasting time. I hesitated on seeing a specialist because it’s admitting that there is something wrong and we will end up being that percentage of people that can’t plan when they want to conceive, or better yet, get pregnant when they aren’t even trying and don’t even want the baby (but we’ll get into that later).
At first it was exciting to being getting all the tests and appointments. Every time they would tell me what test I had to get done, I would think that this was the one that would finally work. The first was the test where they blow your tubes out with air to make sure they are opened. I was told it would be uncomfortable with mild cramping, so I was prepared with my two Advil. That was a crock of shit because I almost passed out when they were done and everything was already cleared! We tried on our own after that hoping it had worked, but after all the temperature-taking and pissing on sticks, still– nothing. After two months of Clomid along with IUI with no results, we finally opted for the laparoscopic surgery to see if there is anything inside that is not seen. There was only a little bit of endometriosis that was found and scraped out. Even though the doctor told me there wasn’t enough to make a difference with fertility, I was still hopeful that it was enough. But unfortunately, my hopes were shot down once again.
Besides not knowing if you will ever be able to have kids, the worst part is the emotional roller coaster each month. I began to wonder what I did wrong and why this is happening to me. You hear of this stuff happening to others and you always feel bad for them and talk about how hard of a situation it must be for them to deal with, but never do you think it’ll be you. We didn’t want to tell our family what we were going through as they would want to keep asking for updates. Others that haven’t gone through this don’t realize how insensitive and hurtful it can be to constantly ask.
Our next step was to continue IUI for 4 months but this time we had to begin hormone injections instead of Clomid. Of course, insurance covers none of these treatments, so we started having to pull out the plastic and start watching our spending. This brings up a good topic: why insurance won’t cover something that will help someone who would be a good parent and can afford to raise children when it’s outside of my ability. It’s not my fault that I can’t get pregnant, but others that receive welfare for their children do have the ability to not have kids could keep their fucking legs closed! I hate to get political, but why should I give money from my paycheck to help those that aren’t good parents and keep having kids “by accident” to receive more federal money when there is no one there helping me pay for my fertility treatments? Why am I penalized for making too much money and having a uterus that is the black widow? It doesn’t seem fair, but that’s life I guess….
After giving myself shots in the stomach each night for about 13 days, my husband would come to the office at 7 am to watch his porn and do his business in a cup. I would then come in a few hours later to have his washed sperm shot into my uterus hoping it would find those few mature eggs. But of course, after 4 months of this, no baby!! Our doctor then advised us to start looking into IVF with this being an unexplained infertility. We set our consult appointment for a clinic in Maryland and compiled our list of questions with cost being at the top of the list. We decided to pay more money for their Shared Risk plan which gives you 100% of the money you paid back if you don’t have a baby after six tries.
So I began doing 2-3 shots in my stomach each night for about two weeks in hopes our first shot at IVF would work. The shots are painful but I kept telling myself it was temporary. After constant ultrasounds, the last thing I want to do is have sex! What’s the point? You have doctors doing this for you. It wouldn’t have been so bad if we didn’t have to drive to Maryland 5 times during this cycle, but again, just kept hoping it would work and we wouldn’t have to do this anymore. They ended up taking 15 mature eggs and out of that only two were of the quality we needed. We implanted one embryo and were able to freeze the other for a later time.
Luckily, I found out that our one embryo took and I’m pregnant!! I formed OHSS due to all the medications I was taking which has been miserable. My ovaries are enormous and my stomach got so big after only 4 weeks of being pregnant that I looked like I was 5 months pregnant! It’s been painful, but now that I’m eight weeks pregnant the pain has subsided a little. I still have to take Estrace and Endometrin which isn’t fun, but I have only two more weeks and then I can start enjoying the journey of pregnancy.
From all of this, I have realized that you have to have faith that there is a master plan and everything will work itself out. You may not realize it now but someday you will look back and realize whatever is meant to be, will be (with a little help and a lot of money!) At times you feel alone and like it’ll never end but it eventually does. At the end of the day, it’s not the worst thing that could happen to you. Give it time (and again, lots of money) and your dreams will eventually come true!