I have known Amy for a few years now, she is is the scariest, most funny and definitely one of the strongest people I have ever met. This is her story about becoming a Mum, against the odds. I’ve never posted about my struggles with infertility but if I do, I hope it’s half as good as this post! You can find Amy on Twitter & view her SockatasticByAmy business on Facebook. Enjoy the post, I certainly did!
I knew from being 22 that I would need IVF if I wanted to have children, when I was diagnosed with endometriosis (horrible condition, no cure, real pain but us girls just have to live with it!). But back then kids were the last thing on my mind. Me, a mother? Sorry but I had too many pairs of shoes to buy and good nights out to be had!
And then I met Jon. BAM the broody stick hit me so hard I probably would have ended up in China! I never knew than an emotion could overtake a rational human being that I thought I was. But it did and like a rollercoaster, once you are on there is nothing you can do about it.
We had the grown up conversation – did we want kids? Yes. When? Now. Ok let’s get on with it then. We thought we would have a go at it all natural like, just in case the doctors all those years ago were wrong. But 8 months of practising later we admitted that we should possibly visit my GP. So off I went, because we knew the problem lay with me. I was still the rational human being I had always been and was very pragmatic in my approach. Our GP referred us to the IVF unit and off we went (still practising by the way).
Our IVF consultant explained that we needed to go through the full raft of tests as if we didn’t know I had the endo, and that included testing hubby (much to his horror, the “pot and porno magazine” story was really true!). We had a very funny car journey in rush hour to get his little soldiers to the testing clinic, with the pot firmly clamped between my legs to keep them at “body temperature”. Soo glad we didn’t have a crash on the way – can you imagine explaining that to the police?
A few months and what seemed like a hundred tests later it was discovered that I had a very low egg reserve as well as the endo. So yes we would definitely need IVF and no amount of “practising” would get us our baby.
Until now we had kept this private but decide to tell our families, the same day my sister in law announced she was pregnant with her first child. God the heartache I felt at this point! It felt as though the whole world was conspiring against me. Everywhere I looked there were pregnant women, or adverts for kid’s things. Even Nissan adverts got screamed at for telling me “there was no greater adventure than having kids”. Ok now is the time to admit the rational human being had turned into a total raving hormonal lunatic! I can honestly say that it was the lowest part of my life and I could have happily ended it all. I couldn’t give my husband his own child, I couldn’t even be happy for my sister in law and her pregnancy. I hated the world and I wanted to get off.
We joined the IVF waiting list and were told about 18 months. During this time I offered to divorce my husband so he could find a real woman. I cracked on the anniversary of my dad’s death and fled to my Gran’s, who has always been my rock. To my amazement and relief she offered to fund one course of treatment for me so we didn’t have to wait any longer. Within a month we had started our treatment.
The day I had my first injection was so emotional, not least because I totally hate needles! And I had just paid all that money to have my husband inject me every day for 7 days – what was I doing? Did I really want a child that much? YES I DID!! I would have given my left arm to have a baby!
2 weeks later and my sister in law gave birth. A very emotional time for us all but I went to visit and I begged her to forgive me. (I think she did as I got a cuddle from my gorgeous new nephew). Things were looking up I felt.
However at the scan to see how many follicles we had, we were dismayed and totally distraught to find we had only grown 2. The consultant started talking egg donation next time, and I was telling my husband yet again to divorce me. But bless him, he put his bank manager head on and said we have paid for this treatment so let’s finish it and see what happens. He was very matter of fact and at the time I hated him for wanting to put me through a treatment that I knew wasn’t going to work.
But 2 days later I was back in the hospital, high on valium (amazing drugs, they should be available on the high street). I was told to get undressed & put my nightie on, which I did. Then I had to get on the bed with my legs in the stirrups only for the consultant to announce to everyone that I still had my knickers on! Well nobody had told me to take them off? How on earth I thought she was going to get in “there” with my pants on I will never know – I blame the valium personally. (Oh I forgot to mention that while I was getting undressed hubby had to go into a little room with another pot and do his thing!)
So with my knickers stuffed in his suit pocket, my hubby looked into my eyes, stroked my head, and held my hand as he whispered words of encouragement to me. Apparently the consultant shouted “EGG” twice which was a good thing. All I remember is fainting on my way out afterwards.
3 days on the sofa and we got the call. 2 very nicely fertilised embryos. See you in a couple of days with a full bladder so we can put them back in. Then it was a waiting game. 2 weeks before we had to come back in to have a pregnancy test.
About 4 days before the test was due I started doing tests at home – to prepare myself for the negative result that was obviously going to happen. I left the first one on the side, then the 2nd day’s test and then the 3rd, telling my hubby they were all negative. He went to throw them away but called me into the bathroom. He said he could see 2 lines. I told him to stop trying to be positive, there was no second line. However on the day of the official test I did another one. I was sat on the loo, staring, seeing 2 of the bluest lines I had ever seen in my life. No I was imagining it. There weren’t 2 lines there at all. It was my mind playing tricks on me. But something made me take that test into our bedroom and smile at my husband as I said “I think you are going to be a daddy”. I wish I had a camera for the smile he gave me – it was totally amazing!
The nurse at the clinic took my sample and told us to wait. It seemed like she was gone for hours but within minutes she was back and put the test in front of us. 2 more very bright and dark blue lines. I burst into tears. Hubby announced “guess we are not going round the world then?” (Our back up plan if the IVF didn’t work after 3 attempts was to travel the world for 3 months).
No time to get too excited though – we had work to go to! I told my boss before we told our families! In just couldn’t keep it in – we were PREGNANT! Yes I could look at nappies, and family cars, and little pink dresses, and I couldn’t wait to get a waddle when I walked.
Words cannot explain how I felt that day. To try and find them would almost diminish the elation we felt. We had made it and that was all that mattered. Our IVF journey was over. We were on our way to being parents. Our dreams came true that day and that was all that mattered.
Quick comment whilst enroute to our jollies! A great post, thanks for sharing it with us Amy x
not sure I like being described as “scary”!!! Might have to work on that personality trait lol
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I remember very clearly how everything seemed to glare at me that I couldn’t have kids, and everyone seemed to be pregnant. I also remember my OH telling me how he was supposed to wash in the sink before using the porno, getting water all over his trousers, and only then discovering the ‘strategically’ lower sink behind the curtain – easy to laugh about it now. We too were headed off to the other side of the world – for life – at one point, until we realised we could have our children. I cannot stand to remember that clinic now, it is a dark place in my life, and I am so glad to have left it behined, but it was at least the beginning of our future. Thank you for talking about this x
excellent story !!! Bless you and your family ! We are on IVF 3 in September