Some people like the details, the nitty gritty of the situation, so here it is.
When I was 19 years old I was diagnosed with stage IV endometeriosis, this is a painful disease which I live with the best way I can. I was told at 21 that if I wanted to have children I should have them immediately, one look at my current boyfriend and I began to accept that I may never have children.
Fast forward 2 years.
At the age of 24 I met my now husband and fell madly, incredibly in love. I immediately desperately wanted to reproduce, but, aware of my short falls I confessed to the man I wanted so very much to share the rest of my life with that I was infertile. At 24, I explained that if you are going to be with me, having children will be a challenge. After great thought, my dear husband decided that he would rather have the challenge of infertility (and me!) then not have me at all. Several years later I approached a new gynecologist who reviewed my case and as my endometriosis had improved and my chances of having a child should be perfectly fine. As in, I CAN have children.
In 2005 my husband and I married and I threw away the birth control pills, knowing that it could take a few months to start ovulating, but, that we would have lots of fun trying.
In 2007 we move to Montreal and are sick of having fun, we want to have a family, we consult with the Montreal Fertility Centre. Our doctor, a very kind man, advises us to try an injectable iui cycle. In August 2007 we enter the world of assisted reproductive medicine with jabbing me in the stomach with puregon (and laughing all the way). After 10 days of needles it’s IUI time! At the “magic moment” we discover that my cervix is difficult, and a very painful iui resulted in no pregnancy.
We decide we want to move to IVF as soon as possible, but, the endometeriosis must be treated for 6 months before we can do an IVF cycle. I meditate, I do fertility yoga, seeing an acupunturist and drink stinky chinese herbs, I don’t work , I don’t exercise (for fear of anything stressing my body, ruining my chances), I don’t drink wine.
While calming my endomertriosis we do 2 mock transfer cycles, they each last an hour, painfully poking at my cervix until they find a way into my uterus, another battle won.
In February of 2008 we do our very first IVF cycle. I have no antral follicles, but, produce 12 eggs of questionable quality, 8 embryos and 1 embryo that grows to a day 3 normal embryo, but the real kicker is my uterus lining, which is only 4 mm! We freeze 8 embryos.
In April, May and June 2008 we attempt FETs, with high dose estrace and viagra, nothing will grow my lining beyond 4mms. The RE explains to us that I will never be pregnant.
We return to Toronto, and begin our search for a gestational carrier. We find a carrier, and transfer our little babies in February 2009. We get our first and second positive betas, strong normal numbers, but there are complications, our surrogate is in extreme pain or unknown nature, she takes powerful drugs, and at the first scan we discover a blighted ovum. After a reevaluation we both decide to part ways.
In May 2009 we are blessed to be introduced to our gestational carrier M, and we are a perfect match, she gets me, and I get her, and as anyone who is involved in surrogacy knows, a great match is a HUGE blessing. We’ve overwhelmed with joy when we meet her, and even happier when we spend a fabulous day at the zoo with her family (she has the cutest kids! And so smart!). We feel such a relief to move forward.
In August 2009 we start IVF #2, and I have lots of juicy antral follicles! We make 16 eggs and on September 10, 2009 we transfer 2 perfect little day 3 embyos, and freeze 4 great embryos. Our 2 little perfect embryos decide to stick around, and on 31 May 2009 (or June 3, 2009) our little babies are due to finally join our life.