One woman rides the ups and downs of IVF
One woman rides the ups and downs of IVF
'I cried for a week after I miscarried the twins'
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MICHELLE
My entire life I knew that I wanted children. I come from a large family and everyone has kids. The women in my family are so fertile that my mother used to tell me to double up on birth control. I married in my late twenties and because my husband is older, we decided to have kids right away.
After trying for about nine or ten months, we went to the doctor. My husband has three adult children from a previous marriage, but they tested him anyway. He was fine. Most of my tests also were fine, so my doctor did exploratory surgery to see if he could find anything wrong. And he did. Both my ovaries were full of cysts. He removed the cysts and then gave me Clomid to help me ovulate. I still didn't get pregnant, and I kept failing the postcoital test: The morning after intercourse my husband's sperm would not be moving inside me. For some reason his sperm could not survive in my body.
Climbing the high-tech treatment ladder
My doctor recommended we try intrauterine insemination, a procedure in which my husband's sperm would be inserted past my cervix and directly into my uterus. I was so pleased. Finally, after a year and a half of tests, surgery, and drugs we were actually going to try to get me pregnant. Time had started to drag and I was very aware that you only have about 12 tries per year. The idea of going through life without ever having children was painful and frightening.
But the intrauterine insemination didn't work, and I was heartbroken. My husband couldn't understand my grief completely because he has children already. And in all the time I've spent dealing with this, never has any doctor or nurse seemed to take notice of my extreme grief and need to talk to someone. I was and still am, for the most part, all alone with my feelings.
Going to the next level — IVF
The next step was in vitro fertilization (IVF). I didn't think our insurance policy would cover it because it wasn't mentioned in the book. But luckily I asked, and I found out that they would pay. Still, the doctor made us take out a loan for a deposit in case the insurance money didn't come through.
When the time came for the first round, I was very excited and hopeful. My husband faithfully gave me hormone shots every day to help me produce eggs, and I went in for numerous ultrasounds. On the first try, they got seven embryos. They implanted three, but I did not become pregnant. I was crushed but knew that I had more embryos and looked forward to trying again. A few months later they implanted four embryos and to my extreme joy I became pregnant. I had never been so happy in my entire life! I called everyone I could think of and told them the news. Then two weeks later I had an ultrasound and found that I was carrying twins. I again called everyone and told them the good news — I even got a picture of the ultrasound.
Why isn't anything working?
The next day I miscarried the twins. I was completely and totally devastated. I think I cried for a full week, only stopping to sleep when I was too tired to cry anymore. There didn't seem to be anyone I could talk to who wouldn't say 'Well, maybe you should accept the fact that you are not going to have kids' or 'Just relax and it will happen.' I didn't need to hear that, and I was very angry with God and the rest of the world.
Through the first three years of infertility treatments all I ever hoped for was to get pregnant. I never really thought that I might miscarry. This was the hardest thing to accept.
An unexpected child arrives
Two months after I lost the twins, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to take care of her six-year-old nephew, whose mom was in prison. I said yes without thinking. Jeff moved into our home eight months ago, and he has made my life richer and happier, and has helped me overcome the grief I experienced when I miscarried.
Having a child to care for is wonderful, but I still want a baby of my own. I prayed that it would happen the next time we tried IVF, but had little faith that it would. About four months ago, I tried IVF again and we were able to get ten embryos. Again they implanted three. I was much more cautious this time. The day I found out that I was pregnant I also found out that I was miscarrying. I handled the second miscarriage much more calmly and I am now trying another round of IVF with the leftover embryos. I'm not sure how many more times I can cope with the roller coaster ride my heart goes on with all this.
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Michelle is now 31 and lives in Wisconsin where she works as an accountant. Her husband, Ken, 51, is the general manager of a factory. They love having Jeff in their home.
'I cried for a week after I miscarried the twins'
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MICHELLE
My entire life I knew that I wanted children. I come from a large family and everyone has kids. The women in my family are so fertile that my mother used to tell me to double up on birth control. I married in my late twenties and because my husband is older, we decided to have kids right away.
After trying for about nine or ten months, we went to the doctor. My husband has three adult children from a previous marriage, but they tested him anyway. He was fine. Most of my tests also were fine, so my doctor did exploratory surgery to see if he could find anything wrong. And he did. Both my ovaries were full of cysts. He removed the cysts and then gave me Clomid to help me ovulate. I still didn't get pregnant, and I kept failing the postcoital test: The morning after intercourse my husband's sperm would not be moving inside me. For some reason his sperm could not survive in my body.
Climbing the high-tech treatment ladder
My doctor recommended we try intrauterine insemination, a procedure in which my husband's sperm would be inserted past my cervix and directly into my uterus. I was so pleased. Finally, after a year and a half of tests, surgery, and drugs we were actually going to try to get me pregnant. Time had started to drag and I was very aware that you only have about 12 tries per year. The idea of going through life without ever having children was painful and frightening.
But the intrauterine insemination didn't work, and I was heartbroken. My husband couldn't understand my grief completely because he has children already. And in all the time I've spent dealing with this, never has any doctor or nurse seemed to take notice of my extreme grief and need to talk to someone. I was and still am, for the most part, all alone with my feelings.
Going to the next level — IVF
The next step was in vitro fertilization (IVF). I didn't think our insurance policy would cover it because it wasn't mentioned in the book. But luckily I asked, and I found out that they would pay. Still, the doctor made us take out a loan for a deposit in case the insurance money didn't come through.
When the time came for the first round, I was very excited and hopeful. My husband faithfully gave me hormone shots every day to help me produce eggs, and I went in for numerous ultrasounds. On the first try, they got seven embryos. They implanted three, but I did not become pregnant. I was crushed but knew that I had more embryos and looked forward to trying again. A few months later they implanted four embryos and to my extreme joy I became pregnant. I had never been so happy in my entire life! I called everyone I could think of and told them the news. Then two weeks later I had an ultrasound and found that I was carrying twins. I again called everyone and told them the good news — I even got a picture of the ultrasound.
Why isn't anything working?
The next day I miscarried the twins. I was completely and totally devastated. I think I cried for a full week, only stopping to sleep when I was too tired to cry anymore. There didn't seem to be anyone I could talk to who wouldn't say 'Well, maybe you should accept the fact that you are not going to have kids' or 'Just relax and it will happen.' I didn't need to hear that, and I was very angry with God and the rest of the world.
Through the first three years of infertility treatments all I ever hoped for was to get pregnant. I never really thought that I might miscarry. This was the hardest thing to accept.
An unexpected child arrives
Two months after I lost the twins, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted to take care of her six-year-old nephew, whose mom was in prison. I said yes without thinking. Jeff moved into our home eight months ago, and he has made my life richer and happier, and has helped me overcome the grief I experienced when I miscarried.
Having a child to care for is wonderful, but I still want a baby of my own. I prayed that it would happen the next time we tried IVF, but had little faith that it would. About four months ago, I tried IVF again and we were able to get ten embryos. Again they implanted three. I was much more cautious this time. The day I found out that I was pregnant I also found out that I was miscarrying. I handled the second miscarriage much more calmly and I am now trying another round of IVF with the leftover embryos. I'm not sure how many more times I can cope with the roller coaster ride my heart goes on with all this.
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Michelle is now 31 and lives in Wisconsin where she works as an accountant. Her husband, Ken, 51, is the general manager of a factory. They love having Jeff in their home.
