Hoping4aBoy
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Waiting is the hardest thing to do sometimes. Whether you are waiting to see someone, start a job, finish a job, start an event, get a present, the list goes on. For a woman waiting for the dreaded TWW to be over, waiting is just painstakingly slow and emotionally tolling. My story is not unique, and I am most definitely not alone in it. So many women today struggle with fertility, much more than I ever realized.
My Story,
I am 28, a few months shy of 29, my husband and I have been married for almost 5 years, together for 7. We began the journey towards parenthood 3 years ago. It has been emotionally draining, and stressful to say the least. I have experienced highs, lows, breaking points, moments of self-determination and perseverance, and moment of self-defeat.
We tried a while without assistance, my belief that the natural occurrence of things would just happen for us the way it had for my parents (5 children- Im the baby) and my 4 siblings (two children a piece). Obviously, not. Our first go round with clomid was through my normal OBGYN. After three months of vaginal ultra sounds, blood tests, and hormones, we were still empty handed. We were then sent to a Reproductive Specialist. Three more months of clomid, and tests, with no positive results. My husband was tested, and was given an A +! I did a dye test to see if my tubes were open, and they were! So my Dr. suggested using Clomid and a trigger shot, which we did. To no avail. After much discussion, I went in for an exploratory surgery, that included a DNC. I had endometriosis, fibroids, polyps, and a large cyst growing in and about my uterus. Naturally I was ecstatic! Here was the answer! These things did not show up during vaginal ultra sounds! All items were removed.
I opted to give my abused system a break. We did not take and drugs for six months. My cycles returned to normal, and so did my emotional state (hormone therapy turns me into a fragile crazy person).
After 6 months, husband and I finally realized that we would have to go back to treatment. I did clomid again this month, with a trigger shot on the 7th. I have returned to my fragile state emotionally. But at least this time I am handling my crazy a little better. I keep telling myself that the DNC cleared the road. That this time will work. When I went in for my follicle test on the 7th I had two huge eggs ready to go. We time intercourse and have taken the right medication. I even propped my legs up afterward just for good (a little silly) measure!!! AND getting pregnant this go round fits great into my work schedule (my work mimics that of a teacher- so I am less busy in the summer months.)The stars are aligned!!!
Its Friday October 18, I go in for a blood test with my Dr. on October 21, at 7:30 AM. It takes them about an hour or so for the results and the phone call. That I have begun to see as a life line. Im tearing up as I write this because I want to be a mom so much. I feel broken, robbed, desperate. I keep thinking this isnt fair. What have I done to deserve this? What is God preparing me for that I cant get pregnant right now? What lesson have I not learned at this point in my life that makes me ill-equipped to be a mom?
Its a deeply personal struggle for me. I carried this burden silently for almost the entire time. My husband, bless his heart, cannot relate to my emotional pain. He believes it will be eventually. He however does not get treated like a lab rat. Which is a price I am happy to pay. I have told a few people now, that are close to me, but it is now a part of my identity in ways I didnt want it to be. So, I am here, looking for others to walk with who are on this path too. Who hurt, and cry, and hope together.
I am trying to find my hope. Hope floats I keep telling myself. The moments when I sink, when I feel like I am drowning in this. I keep telling myself to remember that Hope Floats.
So a few days away, Ill wait in my office for the call. If it happens .. I have no words. If this time reflects all the times before. I will cry, no doubt. But I will stop and set my mind towards the next month.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
zMd
My Story,
I am 28, a few months shy of 29, my husband and I have been married for almost 5 years, together for 7. We began the journey towards parenthood 3 years ago. It has been emotionally draining, and stressful to say the least. I have experienced highs, lows, breaking points, moments of self-determination and perseverance, and moment of self-defeat.
We tried a while without assistance, my belief that the natural occurrence of things would just happen for us the way it had for my parents (5 children- Im the baby) and my 4 siblings (two children a piece). Obviously, not. Our first go round with clomid was through my normal OBGYN. After three months of vaginal ultra sounds, blood tests, and hormones, we were still empty handed. We were then sent to a Reproductive Specialist. Three more months of clomid, and tests, with no positive results. My husband was tested, and was given an A +! I did a dye test to see if my tubes were open, and they were! So my Dr. suggested using Clomid and a trigger shot, which we did. To no avail. After much discussion, I went in for an exploratory surgery, that included a DNC. I had endometriosis, fibroids, polyps, and a large cyst growing in and about my uterus. Naturally I was ecstatic! Here was the answer! These things did not show up during vaginal ultra sounds! All items were removed.
I opted to give my abused system a break. We did not take and drugs for six months. My cycles returned to normal, and so did my emotional state (hormone therapy turns me into a fragile crazy person).
After 6 months, husband and I finally realized that we would have to go back to treatment. I did clomid again this month, with a trigger shot on the 7th. I have returned to my fragile state emotionally. But at least this time I am handling my crazy a little better. I keep telling myself that the DNC cleared the road. That this time will work. When I went in for my follicle test on the 7th I had two huge eggs ready to go. We time intercourse and have taken the right medication. I even propped my legs up afterward just for good (a little silly) measure!!! AND getting pregnant this go round fits great into my work schedule (my work mimics that of a teacher- so I am less busy in the summer months.)The stars are aligned!!!
Its Friday October 18, I go in for a blood test with my Dr. on October 21, at 7:30 AM. It takes them about an hour or so for the results and the phone call. That I have begun to see as a life line. Im tearing up as I write this because I want to be a mom so much. I feel broken, robbed, desperate. I keep thinking this isnt fair. What have I done to deserve this? What is God preparing me for that I cant get pregnant right now? What lesson have I not learned at this point in my life that makes me ill-equipped to be a mom?
Its a deeply personal struggle for me. I carried this burden silently for almost the entire time. My husband, bless his heart, cannot relate to my emotional pain. He believes it will be eventually. He however does not get treated like a lab rat. Which is a price I am happy to pay. I have told a few people now, that are close to me, but it is now a part of my identity in ways I didnt want it to be. So, I am here, looking for others to walk with who are on this path too. Who hurt, and cry, and hope together.
I am trying to find my hope. Hope floats I keep telling myself. The moments when I sink, when I feel like I am drowning in this. I keep telling myself to remember that Hope Floats.
So a few days away, Ill wait in my office for the call. If it happens .. I have no words. If this time reflects all the times before. I will cry, no doubt. But I will stop and set my mind towards the next month.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
zMd