3.Dare I even let it enter my head?

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We were told from the outset that we would have to pay for fertility treatment. I think most people assume your first attempt is free, not in our case. We didn’t fall into the NHS criteria, even though it would have been physically impossible for us to conceive naturally. We were outside the age group for this part of the UK. Some areas go up to the age of forty two, not Plymouth. We did get all of our blood tests free though and we had a lot!

Now we had the added pressure of financing the treatment. It wasn’t clear cut for me, I knew the odds were against us,  it sounds stupid, even selfish and greedy but £7k is a lot of money to get no return on. It would and did make a huge dent in our savings. Yes, it is only money but was I really at the point of wanting a baby that much to risk wiping out our savings for nothing? Yes, of course I was.

Sitting in the waiting room was very surreal, it was busy, a few couples and one lady sat opposite us. You start to make stories in your head about people and why they are here. We all sat glancing at each other, no one spoke, I think our eyes said it all. I felt bad as one couple were quite young, what is their story? Then again, they had something on their side that I didn’t, time. My biological clock was ticking away, I could hear the tick tock everyday! I thought about the woman sat on her own, she looked happy, had it already worked for her and was she here for her latest scan? I got annoyed,  she had done it, she could sit there looking smug! Poor woman, I’d ripped her to shreds already. These are feeling that were new to me, I didn’t do jealousy, I don’t understand it and I wasn’t born with that emotion, I just wasn’t. It has now surfaced and continued to do so for a long time. I hate it! ! Nevertheless, I was pleased that she looked older than me, I didn’t feel so bad now. If she can do it, so can I!

You may or may not notice, I refer to I and not we a lot. My husband was with me every step of the way but IVF is a very lonely journey, at least that’s how I felt, rightly or wrongly? It was my body, my journey and my feelings. I didn’t have time to consider how everyone else felt about this, I had to focus on me.

Leading up to the first consultation, I wanted to feel positive but I began to feel resentful. From the beginning, I blamed myself for being in this position. I had previously been in a long relationship and knew it wasn’t going anywhere. It took me a long time to make a decision to end it but nearly ten years of my life had gone. I was so angry with myself. I had now found my future husband, I was happy and I wanted to bring our baby into this world and now I have fight for it, no natural progression here. Robotic and clinical all the way!

When we met Sue, our IVF ward sister, she filled me with so much hope and told me to stay positive. I came out of our first consultation and skipped all the way home. It was all still a bit confusing, charts, indicators, timelines, medication and more questions than answers but I could see a tunnel, it was a dim light but I could definitely see a light at the end.  I started to read up about the treatment we would start, it was called ICSI.

‘Intra-cytoplasmic sperm injection (ICSI) differs from conventional in vitro fertilisation (IVF) in that the embryologist selects a single sperm to be injected directly into an egg, instead of fertilisation taking place in a dish where many sperm are placed near an egg’

This was all a bit technical, I tried to break it all down into manageable chunks. I had waited so long for this. Now it’s here, it’s all moving so fast. I did have reservations about starting the treatment. Like anything new, it’s the fear of the unknown. I felt sick with worry and excitement.

The next step was telling people, I had to choose carefully when doing so. No disrespect to anyone but you need the right type of people around you when facing this. I told my close family and friends and my employer. The support I received was invaluable and much needed. Most times I was able to compose myself and talk through and explain things, sometimes I couldn’t look people in the eye, the words stuck in my throat, they still do.

I started a journey I could not stop, I had to at least try. Everything is in in place. I don’t like the answers to some, well most of my questions. No certainty, no guarantees. Fate is mentioned a lot, as is the word relax!!

Here we go then….

AJ x

 

2. IVF – Involuntary feelings?

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So, I have started my story near the end of my journey. I am now thinking back to how I got to this point? How did I get to this point?  I will be forty four this year, okay that’s not the end of the world, but really, where has the time gone?

I didn’t grow up with rose tinted glasses thinking I would meet the man of my dreams,  get married, have two children and live happily ever after. I grew up not knowing what I want from my life, I still don’t know? I had no clear path? If I am honest (sorry hubby), it never crossed my mind to get married? Why? My parents have been married for over forty years, the thought of being with the same person for all that time flumaxed (urban dictionary) me? Just to add, getting married finally made me feel like I was part of something. It is one of the best things I have done in my life 🙂

Anyway, as always I have gone off on a tangent. Back to the IVF…..

The first ‘Doctor’ I spoke to dismissed my questions and concerns over my fertility and recommended I look in ‘Yellow Pages’ for private fertility treatment in my area.  On any other day I would have told HER she was an insensitive bitch and punched her lights out. Not today, I came home, cried for a bit and put my questions and concerns back In the box. Three months later, (aged 41),  I tried again. This day was the start of journey that made me question every part of my life and every decision I had made up until this point. Right day, right Doctor?

From this day on, my life changed. I found out things about my body I didn’t even know could happen or were possible? I am sure I passed Biology in school, why did I not know these things? I was constantly told, for your age group blah blah blah.  I was incensed, fascinated, deflated, elated, all at the same time. I know my own body, I know what it is capable of….don’t I?

The first blood test, AMH, Anti Mullerian Hormone (indicator of egg reserve).  We can thank the Americans for this one !  This is the first blow in the roller coaster that is IVF. A test to basically tell you that ‘according to your result and based on our charts’ you are too old to have a baby. All women of your age, worldwide, will basically get the same result and no one over the age of forty will ever get pregnant. Give up now.

I didn’t give up……

AJ x

 

 

 

 

 

 

1. It’s all about me!

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So, before I tell you a little about myself, I’m more of a listener than a talker. I’m great at giving people advice, not so great at taking it. I am, at present, coming to terms with not being able to become a mother (in the sense of not ever giving birth). It’s not something that I want to discuss in person or bore people with by banging on about it. I’m not the first woman never to have children and I certainly won’t be the last. My issue is coming to terms with the fact that really I can’t explain why I can’t have children, other than the fact,  did I leave it too late? I’m pretty healthy, live a normal life with the usual day to day stresses that you face like, running a home, being a wife, working full time and so on.

I was offered counselling, not really my thing speaking to strangers about how I feel, you may find that contradictory if I am writing a blog but wiritng is my therapy and always has been. If I can get it on paper and explain things,  it all becomes logical to me. I am hoping by starting this blog I can start to understand my own feelings and emotions that I am beginning to face?

At the moment, nothing is making sense and it’s all a bit muddled up. Don’t worry, I am of sound mind and I still manage to function everyday! I still laugh, drink prosecco on the weekends (lots) book holidays, excel in my job, run a home. It’s like the devil on my shoulder at the moment and I need to work through this in a constructive and positive manner. This isn’t something I have planned ‘I think I’ll write a blog today’. I literally decided this morning when I woke up. I had the usual fuzzy head (not down to Prosecco), I stood in the shower and started to try and answer the questions I keep asking myself, trying to brush away the fear and the sadness of knowing I will never give birth. How can you mourn something you have never experienced or will ever experience?

I haven’t even thought of the implications of writing this blog as many of my close family and friends do not know the silent battle I am facing, the thing is I don’t want to fight it, or face it on my own anymore. I am going to continue to update my blog, it won’t all be doom and gloom as I intend to tell you more about myself and the positive things in my life, the funny stories I have to share and the wonderful people around me.

For reference. I refer to my husband at the time throughout this blog (now ex).

I am starting a new chapter in my life and this is the first step on an unknown journey and that is half the fun!

AJ x