This subject is important to me because infertility is something I will always identify myself with, its a scar that will never go away.
My husband and I struggled for two and half years to get pregnant with our first child, Sweet Pea. We actually had gotten pregnant in February 2005, after antibiotics (unknowingly) made my birth control ineffective, but I miscarried very early. We weren’t trying, we had no idea when to start trying. The miscarriage hit us harder than I thought it would.
So after that, we decided we were ready to start a family. I, personally, had a bad feeling deep down, but shrugged it off. We tried for a few months and after charting my new cycle, I realized I wasn’t ovulating. I was 23 at the time. I did not think any doctors would take me seriously, since we had only been trying for 6 months. Luckily I was referred to a great gynecologist who took me seriously, and put me on Clomid (I also charted my cycles for proof) . 2 months later, we weren’t pregnant. He decided to run further tests.
I had an HSG performed that month (one of the most painful things ever). He had a little difficulty pushing the dye through, but other than that, things looked perfect. He also had my husband’s sperm tested. My husband and I didn’t think twice about it being him, but it turns out he had a very low sperm count and low motility. We were shocked, to say the least.
We, then had to go through the mess that is Tricare and their referral system. It took us a long time to see a Reproductive Endocrinologist. By then, I suspected I had PCOS. But we could not get our current RE to test me. She completely disregarded my concerns. (If ANYONE in Virginia Beach is going through infertility – please do NOT see Dr. Jill Flood!!) After 3 failed IUI’s and months of prodding, we got fed up. But not before I begged, and pleaded with her to put me on Metformin.
So after leaving her office permanently, we decided to take a few months off, then tackle the Tricare referral system. We finally got in the military treatment facility I wanted. Usually I fight to stay away from them, but I had heard great things about the doctor.
It was there I finally got my official diagnosis of PCOS. We also made a plan to do 3 mores IUI’s while waiting on doing IVF at Walter Reed Army Hospital in D.C. As we were waiting to get my period to start more treatments, I found out we were pregnant the day after Father’s Day in June 2007.
We were shocked and excited. We were told we would never get pregnant on our own, we had a less than 1% chance. After a little bit of a bumpy start, Sweet Pea’s pregnancy went like a dream. No problems, whatsoever. Sweet Pea came one day before she was supposed to be induced. She was gorgeous, sweet, and easy-going. It was one of the best days of my life.
After her birth, we were over the moon. I did go on birth control, since we had gotten (miraculously) pregnant twice without fertility treatments.
When Sweet Pea was 13 months I decided to switch birth control since the one I was taking made me feel weird. We got pregnant while waiting for my appointment with my gynecologist that month. To say we were shocked was an understatement. We tried for close to 2.5 years for our baby girl, to get pregnant without even trying the one time we don’t use protection.
It was a hard pregnancy compared to Sweet Pea’s, had some minor early labor signs, horrible back and pelvic pain, gallbladder stones, anemia, and a low-lying placenta. Plus I was HUGE. Boogey made his arrival December 30th, after a long labor with no epidural and some hemorrhaging. He decided to come out with a bang, I guess.
We are so blessed and lucky. I wonder to myself almost everyday why God chose us to raise these sweet babies. I don’t know why, and it breaks my heart to hear other couples struggling with infertility. It is something I would not wish on my worst enemy.