Beltane Blessings

IMG_20170506_153807179_HDRIt’s been a hectic week. I’ve been traveling for work and returned to piles of laundry. So, of course, Beltane was in the middle of that and I was unprepared. With so many beautiful Beltane rituals filling my Facebook feed, I was feeling a bit like a “bad Pagan”. But that’s just how life is sometimes. So in an effort to avoid stress and self-inflicted guilt, I opted for a simple candle ritual. Really simple. Just a tea light and my favorite chosen symbols of my current IVF journey: a small pregnant Goddess, a spiral with a baby in center, and a septarian egg. As I lit my candle, I said a few words of appreciation for the season and all the fertility it brings.

Again I fought back a little ping of guilt that I hadn’t created a more elaborate ritual since this particular turning of the Wheel is dripping with all things related to creation, vitality, and hope. Pretty much exactly what I’m going for at this point, especially with my stimulation cycle just about two short weeks away. But I set that aside and reminded myself that simple and spontaneous can really be the best, and anything from the heart is what really matters.

And then, from somewhere I didn’t recognize came the desire to write a poem for the occasion. Talk about “from the heart”. Poetry is not my forte, but I honored the idea that came to me so strongly. So here is my impromptu Beltane Blessing. Go easy on me. And happy belated Beltane to you.

The fire sparks all around

Creation is in the air

The earth swells and blossoms

A Divine spiral afoot

May I harness this vibrant energy

To bring life into my womb

Into my heart, my arms

I pull it in

A glowing ribbon swirls around

Filling me with potential

Fears fade to the background

As the energy flows through me

Faith

Trust

Passion

I welcome you in

Precious one

 

National Infertility Awareness Week: Attention Friends and Family

niaw2This week is National Infertility Awareness Week (NIAW). But I don’t think there will be any parades. No one will be wearing a certain color to work to show their unity. There won’t be ribbons. In truth, most people have no idea what infertility is really all about. Infertility is a silent illness. But it shouldn’t be. One in eight couples suffer from infertility. Look around you. Start counting off people. 1 in 8 is a lot. Yet most people still don’t know much about infertility – what it means, how it affects people, or what treatments are available. And they really don’t know how to support people going through infertility.

Many people have said unhelpful things to me during my years of infertility. Often they were well meaning, but uneducated. Others said downright hurtful things. So in honor of NIAW, here are some of the things I wish my family and friends had not said to me and why. If you are a family member or friend to someone struggling with infertility, read this. And pay attention.

1. “You just need to relax and it will happen”.

So this is probably one of the worst possible things you can say to me. When you say this you are basically saying that it is my fault that I’m not getting pregnant. And let’s not forget that for many women, infertility involves getting pregnant and having repeated miscarriages, so in that situation you are basically saying that it’s my fault I’m having miscarriages. Infertility is a medical condition. Now pause, and read that last sentence again.

If I had diabetes, would “relaxing” cure that? If I had cancer would you tell me that all I needed to do to beat cancer was “relax”? No, no you wouldn’t. Because you recognize that diabetes, cancer, and [insert any medical condition here] are physical illnesses that require medical treatments. Now is meditation, yoga, or other forms of physical and mental relaxation techniques beneficial for people with diabetes and cancer? Yes, of course they are. They are great coping strategies for dealing with the stresses of health related illnesses and overall good practices for your well-being and health. But they will not cure those illnesses. And they won’t cure infertility. No amount of relaxation will open my blocked Fallopian tubes. No amount of relaxation will remove the endometriosis inflaming my ovaries and compromising the health of my developing eggs. So just stop. Don’t ever say that to me again.

When you tell me to relax, I get really pissed off. Pretty much the opposite of relaxing. And then I have this moment of panic. Because deep down I am worried that something I’m doing, or not doing, is contributing to my infertility. I know that stress isn’t good for my health. As a psychologist I can name several physical conditions that are caused or exacerbated by prolonged high stress levels. And I know that I’ve been under significant stress during infertility. The relationship between stress and fertility is complex and still needs much research to really identify. Prolonged stress does impact hormones, which play a vital role in fertility. So yes, I do think I need to utilize healthy coping strategies for managing my stress during infertility.

But you tell me – after you go through a couple surgeries, have weekly vaginal probes by a doctor holding a wand while a med student stands  by your feet, and stick four needles a day into your stomach – tell me, how relaxed do you feel? Infertility is emotionally, spiritually, physically, and financially taxing. I’m trying my best to relax, to cope. You throwing it in my face is not helping. And let’s not forget that back before I knew I had infertility – back when my husband and I had great sex, cuddled in bed afterwards with my butt propped up on a pillow imagining that we just made our baby, and were so excited to find out in two weeks – back then I was really relaxed. And I didn’t get pregnant.

2. “It will happen when it happens.”

Thank you, Yoda, for this sage advice. So obviously I’m getting a tad bit sarcastic now. But infertility can do that to a person. I suppose you are trying to be helpful when you say this to me, but really it just conveys that you don’t know anything about infertility or infertility treatment. And it also conveys that you haven’t bothered to google it. The truth is that there are a lot of treatment options for addressing infertility and I have to make a lot of BIG decisions that will impact what happens and when. I can’t just sit back, kick my feet up on the coffee table, and wait for something to magically happen to cure my medical condition and drop a baby into my womb. In fact, if I just sit around twiddling my thumbs waiting for it to happen, my window of reproductive opportunity is going to get smaller and smaller. Saying this doesn’t help me. If this is all you have to say to me, please bite your tongue. A good alternative is to say, “I’m sorry you are going through this. How can I support you?”

3. “I’ve been thinking about you but I didn’t want to bring it up and upset you.”

So you’ve been thinking about me and my struggle with infertility, but you thought that I’d become upset if you mentioned the “I-word”.  (Pssst, that’s means “infertility”) Apparently if no one says it, I won’t think about it and become upset. Okay, let’s clear this one up. My days are filled with basal body temperature measurements, egg health supplements, fertility smoothies, medications and needles, doctors appointments, blood draws, transvaginal ultrasounds, fertility acupuncture, analyzing every twinge and ping my body has, hours researching IVF protocols, looking up strategies to help improve implantation, searching support group forums, and the list goes on. Infertility is already on my mind. You bringing it up will never ever make me say, “Oh shoot I hadn’t thought about that all day! I completely forgot about it. Why did you have to  go and bring it up?”

Here’s the truth: you didn’t want to bring it up because it makes you uncomfortable. My distress makes you squirm a little. Or a lot. Maybe you don’t know what to say. Maybe you aren’t sure if I want to talk about it. Maybe you don’t know how to sit with my sadness, fear, and anger. And that all makes you uncomfortable. Don’t put that on me.

In truth, some people going through infertility probably don’t want to talk about it with you. It can be hard to talk about it with someone who really doesn’t understand and may not say the most supportive thing. On the other hand, some people want to talk about it with you – to share, feel supported, and get out into the open all the heavy thoughts and emotions they are struggling under daily. Truth be told, some days I will want to talk to you and some days I won’t. But I get to decide that. Please don’t pretend you are looking out for me by avoiding me.

If you’ve really been thinking about me and want to lend me some support but aren’t sure if I want you to ask me, please just say that! Ask me if I want you to ask me about what is going on, how my appointment went, how I’m feeling. Ask me how you can support me. Trust me, I will tell you. And that will make both of us much more comfortable.

4. “You could always adopt.”

When you say this you are really telling me that you have no idea what adoption entails. And you are minimizing my desire to have a child with my partner. Do you know how much adoption costs or how long it takes? Do you know about all of the uncertainties, losses,  and ups and downs that happen in the adoption process? No, you don’t. Do you know what it would feel like for someone struggling with infertility to have a social worker invade their house and interview them, asking very intimate questions, to determine if they are “good enough” to adopt? No you don’t. I don’t either, but just imagining it while I was struggling to conceive my child was kind of a slap in the face. I also knew that we had a pretty good chance of infertility treatment working for us eventually. But if it didn’t end up working, well we probably wouldn’t have an extra $30,000 or more laying around to pay for adoption.

Adoption can be a beautiful gift. But it is not a decision made lightly by anyone. And there is a difference between wanting to adopt because of your moral values, beliefs, and preferences versus adopting because you are infertile. Certainly you can both have infertility and desire to adopt anyway due to your values. For some, adoption isn’t a viable option for a variety of reasons. And for some couples dealing with infertility, adoption isn’t the way they envisioned creating a family. And that doesn’t make them bad people.

5. “You should just go on vacation, then you’ll get pregnant.”

This one circles back to #1 above. This idea here is that we must just be “trying too hard” and if we could only relax, have fun, and don’t think about it (like when you’re having a great time on some tropical island), then we would get pregnant. So in addition to everything I said in #1, and probably #2 also, the only thing I want to add here is: do you have any idea of how much infertility treatments cost? Especially when insurance doesn’t cover it? I would love to go on vacation.  Will you pay for it?

6. “At least you get to have a lot fun trying to get pregnant. Hee Hee Hee”

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times…Anyone who says this has NEVER actually tied to get pregnant.

Fertile couples have sex to get pregnant. Or they make love. Or they share a bottle of wine, a great dinner, and get naked. Infertile couples have a completely different experience when trying to get pregnant. They use ovulation predictor kits, basal body temperatures, and cycle charting to time sex in the fertile window. They know how long sperm and eggs live for. They know that most women don’t ovulate on cycle day 14. For infertile couples, making a baby may involve a woman, a reproductive endocrinologist (RE), and syringe full of sperm.

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This is what was in the big box of medications that went into making my daughter. I had to inject all of this stuff into my body. With big needles.

When my baby was made, my husband and I weren’t even there. An embryologist combined my egg with my husband’s sperm in a petri dish and the miracle of life happened. Then 5 days later, in a dimly lit room, err doctors office, my husband held my hand as the RE gently placed my little embryo into my womb. My husband got to see the image of this on a screen because I had an ultrasound wand up my vagina at the time. It was February and Christmas music was playing in the background. As bizarre as it sounds, it was pretty amazing. To see my tiny embryo-baby placed into my womb where she would implant and grow. Although at the time I didn’t know if it would work, so I was a bit apprehensive too. The whole thing was surreal. It wasn’t how I was taught about where babies come from.  I was instructed to lay there for a half hour and my husband sat by my side the whole time.  My acupuncturist entered the room as my RE left and stuck a bunch of tiny needles in me, which has been shown to improve IVF success rates. This is how I got pregnant.

I don’t think I’d use the word “fun” to describe this baby making. But given how many hormones I’m on, if you say this to me again I’m going to punch you in the face. Okay, maybe I won’t really do that. But you can be sure that I’m definitely thinking about it.

7. “You have an emotional block. Something is preventing you from getting pregnant.”

This is another one of those dangerous, blaming statements. You are saying that this disease of infertility is my fault – that I’m causing it. Do I have some emotional baggage? Sure. Everyone does. Trust me, as a psychologist I know we all do. But I’m actually pretty proud of myself for facing my emotional traumas head on, getting help when I needed it, working through it, using some healthy coping skills, and growing into the strong, healthy woman that I am. Saying that I must have some deep-seeded emotional block interfering with conception is hurtful and medically inaccurate. Learn more about the causes of infertility before you venture down a psychological rabbit hole.

8. “Have you tried xyz?”

Yes, I have. I’ve also tried “abc”, “def”, and “ghi”. In fact, I’ve tried everything from “A” all the way to “Z”. I get it; you’re trying to be helpful. You heard that a friend of a friend got pregnant after doing fertility yoga and another friend got pregnant after taking clomid for two months. But I’ve been doing yoga for a couple years now and I’ve done more clomid cycles than I probably should have. Trust me,  anything you can come up with – I’ve heard about it and I’ve probably tried it. Please don’t try to fix me. Just listen to me. Offer your support by just listening.

9. “All I had to do was look at my husband and I got pregnant. Want one of my kids?”

Stop for a minute. You are talking to someone who has been struggling with infertility for years. Why on earth would you say this to me? If I made a list of the top 3 empathetic failures for relating to couples with infertility, this would be on it. Think before you speak. And yes, I’ll take that cute little one since you are so willing to give him away.

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So, dear friend or family member, I know that you really do love me and want to support me. But here’s the best way to do that. Ask me what I need. Respect and accept whatever I say I need.  Tell me that you are here for me and that you’re sorry I’m going through this. And then just listen. Even if I say the same things over and over again. Just listen.

Emotions, Ritual, & Insight

At my IVF consultation I was instructed to call them on the first day of my next period. I wasn’t given any more details about why I needed to call, but I vaguely remember that some of the tests and such need to be done on certain days of the cycle. So today I called. I was told that they will be sending in a prescription for birth control pills and I’m to start taking them tomorrow. This is so they can control my cycle and time it for the start of the IVF protocol.  As I hung up the phone it hit me. That was it. My last chance for a natural pregnancy, gone. Deep breath… I knew this was part of it. I knew this would happen. But here it is right in my face.

Slightly shaken, I needed a moment for myself. Last week I created a fertility altar for my IMG_20170418_093721377IVF journey. A place I can go to and find solstice. I sat in this space, took a few calming breaths, and picked up my palm sized labyrinth. I love this little labyrinth. It gives me a focal point for clearing my mind of the clutter that so often invades, and allows me to center myself and find insights. Moving the stylus through the pattern connects me to Gaia’s rhythm.

The words “love” and “console” came quickly into my mind as I moved through the labyrinth, and I realized that the moment I needed to take was one of grieving, accepting, and nurturing. Giving myself space to acknowledge the loss and disappointment I felt in the realization that I will not have a “natural” conception. I so wished I would. I even believed I would. But it is not meant to be. It is not the path that I walk in this lifetime. And that is okay. But first, I needed a moment to honor this hurt in myself and then let it go. I surrounded myself in a circle of rose quartz, a loving stone that I’ve felt quite drawn to in these past few months, and visualized a pink orb of light surrounding me with gentleness, love, and compassion. I sat with that for a short while until I felt done.

To round out this spontaneous mini ritual, I drew three cards from my favorite oracle decks. I love consulting my cards as a way to tap into my inner wisdom, my guides, and the Divine. This is one way I stay connected to my spiritual practice, but I still feel like a novice when it comes to interpreting the messages. And then I asked the question I had been avoiding. “Will this IVF result in the birth of a healthy child?” It’s a bold and direct question. I usually just ask more vague, open ended questions such as, “What message is there for me at this time?” But before I realized it, out slipped the question, so I went with it.

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From my Womanrunes deck I received The Flying Woman. She is the rune of transformation, death, and rebirth. The Flying Woman tells me that something is transforming, and it will be beautiful though not necessarily easy. Next I drew from the Spirit de la Lune deck and received the Super Moon – the Wild Card. The energy of the super moon is unpredictable, primal. Anything can happen. There is beauty, freedom, and possibility in this energy. Lastly, I selected from the Earthly Souls and Spirits Oracle and pulled “Magical,” which tells me that magic surrounds this experience. Now I’m not sure if this all means my IVF will be successful. Sure I can see the parallels between the magical transformation of egg and sperm into an embryo filled with life, beauty, and possibility. Could this represent my baby coming into being? It may. What could be more primal than that? Certainly it’s what I wish for.

But what I definitely know is that whatever happens during this process, I will not be the same at the end. I too will have transformed. The ups and downs, the fears, the celebrated moments, the pain, the joy. No one goes through this process and comes out the same afterward. Whether IVF succeeds or fails to bring us the child we wish for, we will not be the same in the end. The anticipation of that unknown is scary. It’s easy to slip into worry, but worry will not change the outcome. (And yes, I’ll no doubt have to remind myself of that at several points along the way.) Instead of worry, in this moment, I’m looking to these cards and they are reassuring me that no matter what happens during this wild journey, I will be beautifully transformed.

Breastfeeding and IVF: My Dilemma

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My daughter is 2.5 years old and she breastfeeds 2 to 3 times a day. Yep, she still breastfeeds thankyouverymuch. Extended breastfeeding actually goes on a lot in the world. In fact, it’s the norm in many parts of the world, but this post isn’t about that. It’s about breastfeeding and IVF.

Initially I just assumed, as probably many people do, that breastfeed and IVF were mutually exclusive. I assumed that I would have to wean my daughter due to the medications. Many fertility clinics make it an exclusion criteria for services. One day I was lamenting about this in a Facebook group and a women told me that you don’t actually have to wean to do IVF. What was that you said? Then I stumbled across this whole underground ring of breastfeeding moms who are actually doing IVF while breastfeeding! Okay, so it was more of a Facebook group and not a ring, but I was so happy to have found them. This particular group had complied a collection of excellent resources from pharmacists, reproductive endocrinologists (RE), and others all about the actual safety, and cautions, of breastfeeding while undergoing fertility treatments. I was shocked and thrilled to find out that the common medications using during IVF are actually safe while nursing! This was music to my ears.

You see the thing is, I know there are no guarantees with infertility treatment. My daughter may be the only baby I ever have. I don’t want to force wean her before she is ready for a “maybe baby”.  Not to mention that going through IVF is hard enough without piling on the mommy guilt. So I set out with the full intention of not weaning for this. Honestly, I didn’t even think my RE would ask me if I was breastfeeding my daughter because most people assume that I’m not anymore.

But he did ask. And I was honest. He said, “okay, but you’re going to need to wean by egg retrieval because it increases your risk of miscarriage.” He explained that this had to do with prolactin (the hormone that tells your body to produce milk) “telling my body that it’s not ready for another baby yet since you’re still sustaining the first one”. Now I know many women have healthy pregnancies while nursing another child. Some of these women go on to tandem nurse two kiddos at once. So the whole miscarriage thing is not necessarily true. In fact, when I dug into it more, it seems pretty unlikely. After all, at this point my prolactin levels have dropped back down to normal and there really isn’t any research showing that there is an increased risk of miscarriage while breastfeeding, especially when you don’t have a history of repeated miscarriages. So I may have ignored his direction on this one, but…

Then we got to the supplement list. The special cocktail of antioxidants and other goodies that research has sown to improve egg quality in women with diminished ovarian reserve or advanced age. Um, women like me, that is. One of the supplements on this list is DHEA. The studies showing improvement in egg quality are pretty great. And I need all the help I can get with this. But here’s the kicker. It’s not safe for breastfeeding.

Ugh. Punch me in the gut. Or the heart, as it were. It’s a harsh dilemma. On the one hand I want to do everything I can to help my eggs mature into strong, healthy, genetically normal seeds of life. And we likely only have one shot at this due to the expense of it all. On the other hand, weaning my daughter on a very short and unexpected timetable is heartbreaking. Some women chose to not take DHEA because of this. There’s no one right choice, you just have to figure out what is right for you and your family. I decided to wean and I feel horrible about it.  I’m doing it to try my best to give my child a sibling. To grown our loving family. And I know egg quality is my biggest hurdle.

I’m not sure of the “right way” to wean, and there probably isn’t only one. My daughter is so attached to nursing. It’s been a familiar comfort since the day she was born. I decided to start with cutting out her morning feed to reduce down gradually. I think that way she won’t be exposed to too much of the hormones in my milk, if it takes us 2 or 3 weeks to completely wean.  Going cold turkey isn’t good for my body or her.

This morning was the first time that I didn’t nurse her after she woke up. She knew something was up when she came running into my room in the morning dragging her lovie and I was already out of bed. Alarmed, she told me to get back in bed (that’s where she gets her milk in the morning), then she sat on the floor and gave me an angry, pout face and started to protest. Luckily the mostly-full moon was still visible and my husband and I were able to distract her by going outside to look at the moon, which she loves. Then we explained that since she is getting to be such a big girl she can drink something else in the morning like we do. And then we gave her chocolate milk. A coveted treat. Not our finest parenting moment. I guess we’ll deal with breaking the chocolate milk habit that we are about to create at a later date. At least that one won’t be so emotionally charged. But the good part was that she wanted to snuggle me after a little bit and just sit with me. She is usually on the go, so it was really special.

Maybe this isn’t going to be so bad after all. Well maybe it will just be harder on me, which I can take because after all, us women who go through infertility treatment are superwomen.

IVF Consultation: The good, the bad, and the eggs.

We had our IVF consultation today. Everything was going great. Heard about new advances that have occurred since our last IVF. So much can change in this field in just 3 short years.  Success rates are significantly improved. What are these advances you ask? Well, Preimplantation Genetic Screening (PGS) has improved so that they are better able to test embryos before transferring them back into the uterus so they can tell which are genetically normal and which are going to lead to extra heartache.

Also, research is showing improved success rates with frozen, as opposed to fresh, embryo transfers. Which I suppose is good as it goes hand in hand with PGS. They have to freeze your embryos to send some cells off for testing,  so rather than putting them back for a 3-day or 5-day transfer, you get to wait a week or two for the testing results, then wait a few more weeks to fluff up your uterine lining to make it all cozy and receptive (in other words – more medications), and THEN you thaw the little bundle of cell joy and place it lovingly in the uterus. This frozen embryo transfer (FET), gives your system a bit of time to calm down from the raging insanity that was the stimulation cycle needed to hyperstimulate the ovaries to mature a bunch (hopefully) of eggs, since it take significantly fewer drugs to simply ready the uterine lining.

So there we have it. My reproductive endocrinologist (RE) said that if we can get at least one genetically normal embryo then our chance of success is 80%! He also said my chance of success is “no different than a 29 year old!” Oh good. I’m glad my aging reproductive system gets to re-live it’s heyday.

But there’s more…Since my uterus is “proven” (code for I’ve grown a baby successfully before) that also increases my chance of success. He explained that since a uterus never returns to it’s pre-pregnant size, ahem…that explains a lot, that now I have more real estate on which my em-baby can implant. So it’s all good, except…

Then I asked with a nervous laugh, “well how much worse could my eggs have really gotten in the past 3 years?” Apparently the answer is “a lot”.  Um, excuse me? Yeah I know what they say about decreased fertility after age 35 and the rapid decline towards 42. But there are individual differences of course, and I guess I was expecting that it wouldn’t be that bad. Well he drew me a graph and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

So here I sit. Desperate to grow some healthy eggs. I also have endometriosis, which isn’t friendly toward eggs. I had surgery about 2 or 3 months before my first IVF to remove endo. On the plus side, while nursing my daughter, my period didn’t return until 22 months post-partum, so I’ve only had 7 cycles and endo only grows when you have your period, so at least that hasn’t been having it’s way with my eggs for the past 3 years. My RE gave me a list of supplements to take to help improve my egg quality. I bought these pills and organized them into one of those pill boxes with sections for each day (they don’t all fit). Sigh.

The nurse drew blood to test my AMH, which will give us a good indicator of just how my egg reserve is now. I get to wait 2 weeks for the results. I hate this part. The waiting. On the one hand, it’s easy to panic. I’m waiting on this number that will give me the first clue as to how this is going to go. Can I make some normal eggs that will turn into genetically sound embryos? It’s easy to worry. But on the other hand, I just know that there is this little soul out there waiting for me. Waiting to join our family. So, for today, I’m choosing to focus on that and not sweat the details.

One thing I learned the first time around is that those details can and do change on a dime.

Waiting for the Consult

In a few days I head back to my reproductive endocrinologist’s (RE) office for a consult.  That’s where the baby magic happens. Where hopes and dreams come true. It’s also where hopes and dreams crash down into a pool of tears. It’s been 3 years since I’ve been there. I’ll climb the steps, wait in the really beautiful waiting room (a reminder of just how lucrative this business  is), and then when my name is called I’ll walk past the Wall of Babies. That’s where they post the photos that their patients send in of all the bouncing babies conceived through science and tears. While I know that the Wall is hard for some to look at while deep in the darkness of infertility, I always found it oddly reassuring. I wanted to see that my RE had so much success. That is, after all, why I went there.

It will be strange to be back. Much has changed and I’m now the mother to a fiery toddler. I know a lot more about infertility and what this process entails. I’m excited and nervous for the appointment. I’m nervous about the prospect of doing this all again. I’m scared because we have high expectations. My family has high expectations. It’s easy to think that because it worked last time, it will work again this time. It will work on the first try. But I’m intimately aware of what the statistics say. The statistics stink, especially for women who are older. And apparently being almost 40 is definitely “older” when it comes to IVF. It’s actually pretty frightening when you look online at success rates. They actually have sites that predict your chance for success when you enter a few bits of data. But I’m ignoring those. Yep, totally ignoring those.

The thing about those statistics is that they are based on averages. So unless you are a completely average women (does she even exist?), they really say little to nothing about your chance for success. To really make a prediction that has any hope of being accurate, you need to take into account several factors, both about your unique circumstances and your clinic.

My RE is actually pretty good about taking the time to look at my chart, my labs, my history, along with my husband’s history, and giving me a prediction tailored to me. And I guess right now, that’s the scary part. In a few days I will hear the news. Good or bad. Probably somewhere in between. What are my chances of success? Should we go through with it? What number, exactly, do I need to hear to make me want to take the gamble? Is there a number that would make me want to give up before we even try? Is there a number that I can’t find a way to justify? To justify all the needles, all the time off work, all the hormones wrecking havoc on my system,  the procedures, possibly another surgery? A few months ago I would have said YES! I would have said that there needs to be a really good chance of this working for me to go through with it.

But somehow that changed.

When I made this consultation appointment my intention was to see where we sit right now and make a decision on if we want to proceed with infertility treatment again. But now I already know I’m going through with it. When did that change? So I guess what’s really scary now is admitting that I want this. I want to try to have another baby. And I’m willing to go through it all again knowing that there are no guarantees in infertility treatment.

A little intro…

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Artwork by Lori A Andrus

Here I go…writing my first post. I guess I should start with some background. First, a little about me. I’m a psychologist. A wife. An earth child. A moon lover. I’m independent, smart, opinionated. A feminist. I’m a pagan and I lean toward a goddess path. I am a goddess. I have endometriosis and scarred Fallopian tubes that apparently don’t work well. I’m infertile, but then I became fertile. Well at least I did after countless infertility treatments, 2 surgeries, and a successful IVF. Does that count? I guess I’m somewhere in between. So now I’m a mother, something I pretty much never though I’d be. Oh and I’m turning 40 any minute now.

My little love is a rambunctious toddler, and I’m starting down that infertility road again. I want my daughter to have a sibling. My husband and I want another child. Don’t get me wrong, I feel really blessed to have a child after the dreaded infertility diagnosis. I know IVF doesn’t work for so many couples. I don’t want to be stingy. But I can’t shake it – that desire to grow my family. That’s normal, right?

I really, really thought I would be one of those lucky people who conceive naturally after IVF. You know, one of those magical unicorns we all hear about. Well, that didn’t work out and so here we go again…

That brings me to this blog. The first time around was rough. I was lonely, scared, angry, overwhelmed, sad, hopeful, hopeless. If you’ve struggled with infertility then you know just how many more adjectives I could add on there. I felt disconnected from myself, my family and friends (except for a few that held on through the discomfort), my body, and my spirituality. To say that it was hard emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually, and financially is really an understatement. I never thought I’d do IVF again because I didn’t want to go through that again.

But time does heal. It doesn’t make us forget. So as I ready myself to embark on this journey again, I want to do some things differently. Mainly I don’t want to lose myself again. I want to put what I learned the first time around to good use. No amount of worrying, sleepless nights, anticipating the worst, and panic will change the outcome. I got lucky. IVF worked for me the first time. I know what the statistics say about that. I know I may not be so lucky this time around. But freaking out won’t change the outcome, it will only impact the process. The journey. So I’m hoping that writing this blog will help me keep my sanity, keep me firmly grounded on the earth and connected to Goddess,  and maybe it will resonate with someone else too. Wish me luck…