Pricks

Fertility medications  (c) Shutterbug

This is just a small assortment of the paraphernalia we require for one month of attempted baby making. How I wish that a glass of wine and romantic music could do the trick. 

It was very difficult to make the decision to go in this direction after spending close to $20,000 already on other procedures, especially knowing the weak chances of success due to my age (41). It was also difficult to imagine suffering through more side effects and opening myself up to unknown repercussions of injecting all these hormones. Most of all, it was difficult to wrap my head around this truly being the last-ditch hope, bringing out the big guns and wondering how my body would respond.

An early ultrasound showing six potential follicles was encouraging, but then we were crushed to hear after a whole week of injections that only two were growing. Not enough to proceed with the IVF procedure according to Mt. Sinai's protocol; this cycle would be converted to yet another IUI. A very expensive IUI. It had cost $70 for the Clomid that produced two eggs in the past; this time it had cost us $4,000 for the same result.

My wife and I recently read the Stephen King novel "11/22/63". A favourite line that the author repeated for emphasis was: "The past is obdurate - it does not want to be changed." We feel in our case it is the future that is obdurate. How can we not be meant to be parents, when we have so much to give?

The hardest part of all this is the lack of answers; everything is gray. My body could produce a completely different response to the same medication in a different cycle. We could try a different combination of drugs. We may have chosen to gamble on what was simply the wrong month. We could second-guess ourselves to infinity, and into bankruptcy.

This cycle was a mess: a call on Day 11 to say that my LH was beginning to surge, which isn't supposed to happen with Puregon injections, and also could have been avoided if I'd done Cetrotide injections - medication we'd had to purchase but then were told not to use unless instructed. Now I had to take an Ovidrel shot immediately to trigger ovulation in 36 hours, but they were going to perform the IUI in 24 hours. That was fine with me, as I consistently felt the procedures were being scheduled late.

This IUI experience was the worst one yet. Half an hour past our appointment time we questioned the receptionist, who just asked us to wait some more. A large, imposing nurse named Patricia, who is apparently also a midwife, led us to a cavernous procedure room we'd never seen on the other side of the clinic. She informed us our sample was still not thawed and it would be yet another half an hour. We sat and went through my chart together to kill time, and reviewed some of the previous test results. My FSH level was 16 this month, basically in total ovarian failure, yet my estrogen level was 2500 - a very good indication I had produced two mature eggs.

Finally ready to proceed, we gave Patricia the usual information about needing a Cook catheter bent a certain way to do the IUI. She proceeded to injure me badly enough to require packing my body with gauze to stop the bleeding, and then said she'd better try the Cook catheter. We were stunned and I was speechless from the pain, wanting to throttle her but needing this time-sensitive process completed. Patricia fumbled with the sample and said aloud that she might not have "got it on right" and she hoped it wouldn't "leak out" of the vial. Absolutely unfathomable that this woman had a job.

It was hard not to cry openly from pain and frustration when it was over. The helplessness we feel at every stage of this process is ruling our lives, and it is a struggle to function at work and in social situations.

We are now three days into our two-week wait, and I am taking progesterone daily to preserve the pregnancy that may or may not be underway.

I have done everything I can do. It is impossible not to get ahead of ourselves, imagining every outcome. One baby? Twins? Another miscarriage? A negative test? The trouble is that if the procedure doesn't work, we have to decide immediately whether to try again or not, and by what method. 

Do I give up on seeing any trace of my family genes in our child? Do we start trying to have my wife carry instead? Do we give up entirely and focus on building a life without children?

How do we continue to have hope after so many disappointments?