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This weekend I was reminded of how scary a pregnancy can be. The waiting for the blood test to find out if your HCG level increased. The worry of “what if”. Going to the bathroom and checking to make sure that you are not spotting. Worrying that if you are spotting could this mean a miscarriage. I would like to share some of our scary pregnancy experiences with you and I hope that they might put your mind at ease on some of your scary experiences.

I can remember how excited my husband and I were to find out that we were pregnant. After ten long years, our dream of having a family was finally coming true. We were both excited and scared to go for our 6 week ultrasound. This would show us if there was a heartbeat or not. It brought back unhappy memories of the prior year when we were pregnant. The year prior when we had our ultrasound our IVF doctor told us that we had a blighted ovum (an empty sack). Today’s ultrasound we were hoping to see a heartbeat. We were thrilled this time when our IVF doctor told us that there was a heartbeat, in fact there were three heartbeats. Of course with expecting triplets our doctor had to warn us of the dangers that can occur with carrying multiples. My husband and I were a happy couple one minute and in a blink of an eye we were faced with having to make a huge decision. We were so scared and worried that if we continued with the pregnancy what would happen, would the babies be ok, would I be ok?. We did our research and decided to go on with the triplet pregnancy.

My first ultrasound with my “high risk” OB/GYN doctor happened at 9 weeks. At this ultrasound we were able to bring in a blank video and have our ultrasound taped. My husband and I were crying with joy when we saw all three babies each in their own sac. This was really happening, this was reality, we had three babies in my belly! After, we went to eat lunch and talk about the babies.

The first scary moment was during lunch, I had felt this gush and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While in the bathroom I started to bleed very heavily, so much that it went right through my pants. I came out of the bathroom and yelled across the restaurant to my husband that I think I am having a miscarriage and to get the car. On the way to the hospital, I called my doctor (her practice was in the hospital) and she advised me to come see her right away. She did another ultrasound to reassure that the babies were still ok and yes they were. While doing the 2nd ultrasound she showed me some little sacs that were most likely filled with blood. She explained that these were probably left over from my last period and sometimes can pop, hence the bleeding. Just to be on the safe side, she put me on 3 weeks bed rest just the same.

Our second scary moment came one Sunday evening, we were watching the health channel. They were showing women giving birth. My husband turned to me and asked me if I knew what a contraction felt like. I of course had no idea. That night I was having what felt like my belly getting really hard and then really soft. At first I didn’t think anything of it, but it kept going on all night. I got up and started timing when my belly would get really hard and then get really soft again, it turned out to be about every minute to every 2 minutes. Not knowing any better I fell asleep. The next morning I awoke and advised my husband of what I was experiencing the prior evening and he suggested I call my doctor. I went to work and called my doctor, she told me to come in A.S.A.P. I was probably having contractions. When I arrived she immediately sent me to the hospital to get admitted. I didn’t know what kind of a long haul I was in for that day. While my husband and I waited to get admitted to the hospital a doctor came up to us and asked what we were there for, my husband told them I was having contractions. The doctor asked how far long I was in my pregnancy and we told him 1 day shy of 24 weeks. He stated that we need to hold on to these babies at least through the night because if they would be born at 23 weeks, there was nothing legally that they could do to save them. This comment not only worried us, but also scared the living crap out of us!!!

The third scariest moment was when my husband was called in the middle of the night to come to the hospital right away. My bed was wet and the nurse thought that I was leaking embryonic fluid. I was almost rushed into surgery for an emergency c-section. After that scare I had several more spotting moments. I was told to try to stay in bed and not get up as the babies could “fall out” because they were so little. Just the thought of having them fall out kept me in bed for the next two months.

I think that the scariest moment for us was when I was ready to give birth. The nurses were prepping me for my c-section, my husband was not allowed in the room when I was getting my epidural. When the man was done administering the epidural shot the babies heartbeats dramatically dropped, they dropped so low so fast that the nurses called the doctor in right away and the doctor told me to lay on my left side and see if this helped and we waited a few minutes. I remember crying and the doctor telling me that I need to calm down. I told her that my husband was in the hallway and I needed him to be in here with me. Imagine how scared he was, seeing all these nurses and doctor rushing into my room and not being able to come in and not knowing what was going on!

I told our story because we want those of you to know that we have been were you have and we felt what you are feeling. My husband and I are real people who experienced Infertility, we went through IVF, we became pregnant, we had miscarriages, and we were amazingly blessed with triplets.

We have to say that our pregnancy was probably the most scariest thing we have ever dealt with in our lives an we wanted to share this with you to offer support while you are going through some of your scary moments and experiences. YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!

My husband and I were married in March and were trying to get pregnant by July. Long before we wed, we discussed how we wanted to start a family immediately. We knew we may not get pregnant right away, but were ill prepared for the path our conception efforts would take.

Because we wanted to get pregnant quickly, I started charting my Basal body temperature from the beginning. It was only three months before we knew something was wrong. I had a flat temperature for three months straight and I had also ceased having a regular monthly cycle. I had recently had a string of urinary tract infections and thought they could be related, so I went to see my OB. She ran some tests and found that I had no trace of infection left, then suggested my lack of menses was due to the stress of getting married and trying to start a family. She said I should relax, practice breathing exercises, and keep a journal. After a few more months and still no regular cycle, I went to a new OB. She also told me that I was causing my own problems through stress and if I just relaxed, I would be fine. A third OB said the same but agreed to do a fertility workup after we’d been trying for a year.

One year after trying to conceive, we started the fertility workups with our new OB. She could find no reason I was not ovulating, so started me on Clomid. The first month of Clomid I ovulated and experienced a chemical pregnancy. That would be the last cycle I would ovulate while on Clomid. My OB tried a series of dosages and varied the days of my cycle the Clomid was taken, but invariably I would end each month with a dosage of progesterone to bring on a cycle so that I could start again. Several months later, I was finally able to get an appointment with an RE.

My RE did a complete fertility workup on both my husband and myself. Everything from PCOS to endometriosis to male factor infertility was ruled out, and we were given the unfortunate diagnosis of “unexplained infertility.” I reminded my new doctor about the repeat UTIs that happened just before our problems started, but he said that infections had already been ruled out and they did not affect our current problems. My RE kept me on Clomid, monitoring me through ultrasound. He said that I was producing follicles, but they were not dropping for some reason. We added an injection of Novarel to my monthly drug cocktail, which was meant to force the follicle to drop, which was followed shortly by IUI. The Novarel did not work; I still did not ovulate.

My husband and I reached the conclusion that we were spending far too much time and money on fertility treatments when we could be devoting our efforts toward adoption. At the end of two years, we agreed on one final month of trying to conceive, then we would start adoption proceedings. I went to my RE with the news and told him that I wanted to try something else. I’d done some research and thought that a stronger drug would be the practical choice for our last ditch effort. My RE agreed to a cocktail of Clomid combined with Repronex, followed by Novarel. At first, it seemed as though the Repronex was not working, so my RE increased the dosage. At that point, my ovaries kicked into overdrive. I produced 20 follicles. Through some fancy dosaging, my RE thought he could get the largest of the follicles to increase in size enough to release while the others stayed behind, hopefully dissolving on their own. In the end, eight of the 20 follicles released and though our RE advised against it (fearing multiples), we continued with the IUI. We became pregnant with a singleton, our son.

After giving birth to our son, we wanted to get pregnant again, but my husband and I agreed that we would not pursue fertility treatments. It was too emotionally and physically draining, and with the money that we might spend on fertility treatments, we could put our son through college! We thought that it would have to happen the old fashioned way or not at all. Our doctors assured us that it would not happen at all as I simply was not ovulating. We still didn’t know why. The latest doctor I had seen had suggested I had andometriosis, a disorder that is undiagnosable without a hysterectomy.

About three more years passed when I decided to dig out a book I had bought just before we got pregnant with our son. It is called “The Infertility Diet” and suggests natural ways to cause one’s body to cooperate. I was still holding onto my idea that the recurrent UTIs from years earlier had contributed in some way to my problems. I learned that andometriosis, like endometriosis, can be caused by the same toxins that contribute to yeast infections and UTIs. Through the infertility diet, I stopped eating any foods that could contribute to the growth of yeast – this included yeasted breads, sugar, and all dairy. At the same time I was training for my first marathon. Toward the end of my marathon training I was finding myself exhausted all the time and after a couple of months on the diet, I had not yet experienced a cycle. I thought that marathon training in conjunction with the dietary change was causing my body too much stress so I decided to start the diet again once the marathon was over.

A few days after the marathon, I found myself very ill. I felt fine except for extreme nausea, which is not uncommon for me after a race. What was uncommon was the amount of time it lasted – after nearly a week of constant illness, my husband picked up a pregnancy test. We were shocked when it was immediately positive – the test line showed before the control lines! A visit with the doctor confirmed the pregnancy. We are now in our 2nd month and are still working on overcoming the shock of getting pregnant without medical intervention!

In 2006, my husband of 7 years and I decided to start our family. After one month of trying, I was pregnant. We had a great pregnancy and have a beautiful 2 year old girl now. Over a year ago, we decided we needed more children and expected to get pregnant very quickly like before. 14 months later, after two rounds of fertility meds and many many tests, we still have unexplained infertility. Our specialist gave us a bit of hope for this month, but today our test came back negative and we are both devastated. I came across this site through twitter and it has blessed me beyond belief tonight. I can’t thank you enough for being here, right where I needed you. God Bless you all and I hope miracles happen for each of you!

I want to send a special thank you to all who have shared their infertility story with us.  You are all very courageous individuals who are always in my thoughts and prayers.

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Warm regards,

Leisha

by Elizabeth

Elizabeth has created a video she would like to share with us.  This video shows us her long heart filled struggle with infertility.

My husband and I have struggled with infertility for almost 6 years.  We got pregnant once in October 2006 but sadly that pregnancy was ectopic and we lost our baby and part of my left fallopian tube, it was a very traumatic time as I was rushed to emergency surgery.  We thought after that maybe it would be easier to get pregnant but sadly it hasn’t been so far and we have tried for 2 and a half years since then including procedures, medications, surgery and four iui’s, but nothing so far has worked but we live in hope that one day we can overcome this and have our much wanted child.