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| Fractal Ovary by Gilberto Santa Rosa |
So where are we now as far as trying to add to our family?
What’s the next step?
Basically, we have decided our next step will be to use
donor eggs, also known as DEIVF (Donor Egg In Vitro Fertilization). It’s been
tough getting here. Not just because of all we’ve been through. Making the
actual decision has been hard. And since we can change our mind at any time realistically
until our donor has started meds, maintaining this decision is also
challenging.
First, it took some time for the Wacky Wicketeer to come
around to the idea. When I brought it up at first he was just negative about
it. Then he told me why – because he couldn’t imagine his DNA combining with
anyone’s other than mine. It was this really weird, romantic, unexpected
reaction, so I was like, “awww!” and “WTF?” at the same time! Later, we talked
about it some more and I told him I didn’t think he realized what he was taking
away from me by deciding we wouldn’t use donor eggs. As opposed to donor
embryo, he was taking away my opportunity to bring more of HIM into the world.
This man I love so much…I just can’t imagine the world without him in it, and
part of my safeguarding that, since I know it will happen someday, is in trying
to duplicate him. LOL. I know, that sounds strange, but there it is.
As compared to adoption, which he was ready to go ahead
with, DEIVF would allow me to be pregnant, give birth, and possibly breastfeed.
I would still have the opportunity to be the child’s birth mother, if not its
genetic mother. I might be ready for adoption someday, but I’m not right now.
To be ready for it, I would need to grieve these things.
He was still reluctant. Then one day he came home from work
and said he was ready to proceed using donor eggs. I asked him what changed his
mind. He told me a guy at work told him he needed to “just get over it!” Hah!
After all that I had said, it took some guy from work who had been through an
IVF or two to have his child, telling my Wacky Wicketeer to get over it.
I have heard it recommended that once you have a failed
cycle at a clinic, you should change clinics. I think if it was a complete
failure, i.e., no frozen embryos remaining, this is likely excellent advice.
Each clinic I’ve been to has made little mistakes here or there that impact my
confidence in them as a major part of my Fertility Team. So, we decided to
change clinics. That same work friend of his, and an online friend of mine,
each recommended a particular clinic in the Bay Area. So, we are switching to
that one.
Because of the change, and because our initial infectious
disease testing has expired, we have a lot to do before we’d actually cycle. I
found myself procrastinating in getting the records and such. I finally
realized that I hadn’t fully come to terms with the loss of my genetic
connection to this theoretical child. I was, and still am, in the midst of
grieving this aspect. My therapist says it will continue through to the child’s
birth, but that the important part is that I get through some initial stages of
it first. What I realized was that I was still in some denial about this being
what we need to do.
I have recently lost about 20-25 pounds. For the first time
during this infertility roller coaster, I have a healthy BMI. As I’ve mentioned
before, the primary cause of my infertility and miscarriages is poor egg
quality caused by PCOS. Hence the egg donor route. However, the weight loss,
and the fact that I’m now running regularly, can help regulate my insulin, and
possibly result in my ovaries being less PCOS-ey. (How’s that for a made-up
word?) In summary, my improved weight could mean better fertility. Of course,
we still have that pesky little slow sperm problem, so it’s still unlikely we’d get
pregnant on our own.
Over the course of this journey, I’ve become a fairly
religious person. So here’s what goes through my head: What if God meant for me to get healthy again
before having kids? What if he delayed
my dreams coming true because I was headed down the same path to diabetes and
kidney failure that killed my Grandma at age 63? So just in case, how about giving
my body a few cycles of trying out the old-fashioned way? Now that my eggs might be better? Maybe after all, God
does intend us to use an egg donor, a donated embryo, or to adopt a born child.
Maybe the child or children that we are destined to parent are a different
genetic combination. But we can’t know that. I just need to give my body this
opportunity, to accept the reality that we need an egg donor.
So, we’re taking our time getting the paperwork and initial
testing done for the new clinic. Then we have to pick out a donor. By then, we’ll
have gone through a few cycles of trying to get pregnant on our own again. What’s
meant to be, will be!
If you have any questions, please ask! Nothing
is off limits here. Just please be kind. J
