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Monday, July 12, 2010

DES Drama

I found this article on the U.S. National Institutes of Health: National Cancer Institute's website. I hope you'll read it in its entirety.

Overview of DES

Diethylstilbestrol (DES), a synthetic estrogen, was prescribed to millions of pregnant women in the United States from 1938 to 1971. Manufactured under many different names, the drug was marketed to prevent miscarriage or premature birth by supplementing a pregnant woman's natural estrogen production. Research noted that a decrease in urinary estrogen and progesterone preceded adverse pregnancy outcomes. Thus it was postulated that administering estrogen would induce placental hormone production; therefore, sustaining a viable pregnancy (Smith, et al. 1948). Despite a landmark study in the early 1950s finding DES ineffective in preventing miscarriage and premature birth (Dieckmann, et al. 1953) and subsequent research showing harm to the developing fetus, it was not until 1971 that the Food and Drug Administration issued a warning about the damaging effects of DES. In the United States, it is estimated that between 5 and 10 million people were exposed to DES during the years it was prescribed. DES was similarly prescribed in several European countries from the 1950s into the 1970s and may still be used in developing countries.

Although DES is no longer prescribed to pregnant women in the United States, DES exposure continues to affect many lives:

DES is associated with a number of adverse health effects; some of those health effects, including third-generation effects, are still unknown. Research to date suggests that health risks for daughters born to DES mothers include:

Increased risk of clear cell adenocarcinoma (CCA), a rare form of vaginal cancer
Structural differences in reproductive anatomy
Increased risk of intraepithelial dysplasia and neoplasia
Increased risk of infertility
Increased risk of pregnancy complications

DES mothers, or women prescribed DES, appear to have a slightly increased risk of breast cancer. DES sons—boys exposed to DES in utero—have an increased risk of being born with genital abnormalities.

Identification of Individuals Exposed to DES

Today, clinicians may still encounter patients who are DES-exposed. It is difficult to identify and confirm DES exposure in an individual. No simple test can be given. There have been limited efforts to contact and subsequently monitor the health of those exposed to DES, but researchers have been unable to identify everyone. Many women and their children do not know whether they were exposed to DES, and DES-related cancers often take many years to develop and appear.

The ideal, but not always practical, way to identify DES exposed individuals is to review complete obstetrical, hospital, or pharmacy records. This method can identify mothers who have forgotten that they received DES or daughters whose gynecologic examinations reveal no changes. However, in many cases, old records have been destroyed or are incomplete; antenatal medications are not always mentioned in hospital obstetrical records; and mothers of exposed children cannot always be contacted.

A 2003 update on the Health Canada website to draw the public's attention to a letter sent out to prescribing physicians, went into slightly more detail:

"•ovulation disorders: as yet unconfirmed data suggest that there may be a risk of early ovarian disgenesis cervical problems:
•cervical mucus abnormalities which inhibit the penetration of spermatozoa
•ectopic pregnancy, risk multiplied by a factor of 6 relative to the general population
•early miscarriage: more frequent than in the general population
•late miscarriage: at 17-22 weeks of amenorrhea, particularly characteristic of these patients
•prematurity"

Things that make you go WHAT?!

Indian woman delivers, abandons baby in plane toilet
By Harmeet Shah Singh, CNNJuly 8, 2010 -- Updated 1000 GMT (1800 HKT)


New Delhi, India (CNN) -- An unmarried Indian woman delivered a baby in the toilet of an international flight and abandoned the infant in the plane's washroom, police and doctors said Thursday.

Cabin crew of the Turkmenistan Airlines rushed the newborn to a hospital as the plane arrived in the northern Indian city of Amritsar on Wednesday, said Varinder Kumar, city police commissioner.

The toilet was taken to the hospital with the baby, and surgeons had to cut it away to get the newborn out, said H.P. Singh, a doctor at Amritsar's Fortis Escorts hospital.

The baby's condition was critical, Singh said, and it might take at least two to three days to recover. The mother admitted to the same hospital was, however, stable, he said.

"She was unmarried. It looks like she wanted to get rid of the baby," Singh said.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Treasures



The pictures you see here are of a card created by lovely Amanda. On it she printed a poem she found and presented it to us as a keepsake for Jordan's box. Thank you, Amanda! xo

These are my footprints
so perfect and so small
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all
Not one tiny footprint
for now I have wings
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things
You will hear my tiny footprints
in the patter of the rain
Gentle drops like angels' tears
of joy and not from pain
You will see my tiny footprints
in each butterflies' lazy dance
I'll let you know I'm with you
if you just give me the chance
You will see my tiny footprints
in the rustle of the leaves
I will whisper names into the wind
and call each one that grieves
Most of all these tiny footprints
are found on Mommy's and Daddy's heart
'Cause even though I'm gone now
We'll never truly part

Friday, July 9, 2010

All Quiet on the (In)Fertility Front

I've been trying to come up with something to blog, but it just isn't in me. Perhaps it's because - as the title of this entry suggests - not much has been going down on Infertility Island. Or is it possible that my creative juices have been sucked dry with the onset of summer vacay? My once productive days in the classroom have given way to lounging poolside with my book-of-the-moment, playing in the kitchen and experiencing summer events in the Emerald City.

Cyballs and I toyed with the idea of trying again this cycle, but I'm just not "feeling it." I have no desire to chart my temps, analyze my CM and deal with OPKs. And I'm definitely not into thinking about another HSG and beginning Clomid in the fall as per our discussion with Dr.H. Truth is we're scared. After 3 years sans BC, the doc is encouraged to see we were able to get pregnant. But we both have this sinking feeling that if we manage to get knocked-up again, we're headed for another loss. Oh boo.

I hope we're wrong.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, my fading inspiration.

Or is it feasible to believe I've made a small break-through at counseling? During my most recent counseling appointment with Jen, she reminded me of the Four Stages of Competency. This model was one of the first things we learned in our class, Group Counseling, at university. The model had been filed away in the back of my brain, but as soon as she wrote it down for me, I could see how it was going to help me get my mind back.

We'd been discussing how much energy it takes to worry about the what-ifs and how it could work against me. I'm tired of "all baby all day" running through my mind. I want to live a normal life again; have normal, everyday thoughts.

The model looks like this:

1. Unconscious Incompetence
The individual neither understands or knows how to do something, nor recognizes the deficit, nor has a desire to address it.

2.Conscious Incompetence
Though the individual does not understand or know how to do something, he or she does recognize the deficit, without yet addressing it.

3.Conscious Competence
The individual understands or knows how to do something. However, demonstrating the skill or knowledge requires a great deal of consciousness or concentration.

4.Unconscious Competence
The individual has had so much practice with a skill that it becomes "second nature" and can be performed easily (often without concentrating too deeply). He or she may or may not be able teach it to others, depending upon how and when it was learned.

Relating my fertility issues to the conscious competence theory works like this:
In the beginning when we stopped using BC, I had no idea I had any reproductive issues, nor did I truly understand charting, CM consistency, temp shifts, follicular phase, corpus luteum or luteal phases etc.

Somewhere over those 3 years, I began to suspect something was up. I didn't seek out advice from my doc and I certainly didn't know the in's and out's of fertility. This can be thought of as stage 2.

When I finally sought out Dr.O. and the testing began, I couldn't read enough on the subject. This is when the temperature taking, CM analyzing and luteal phase dissecting became part of my daily routine. One could say I was consciously competent. However, after our loss, I began to obsess: inspecting toilet paper, agonizing over 1/10 of a degree change in my morning temperatures and praying for sore boobs and edema. It's exhausting and isn't doing me any good.

Jen wanted to see me make it to stage 4 or unconscious competence. Here, I can take what I know and perform it second nature without obsessing. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I'm doing it. Jen knows how my brain works, I need something concrete to make it stick.

Jenifer, hopefully you're still reading...You're amazing. I'm so very thankful to you for all you've done for me!

I hope you'll come back soon to see a picture of the poem/card Amanda made us for Jordan's box.

"The only journey is the journey within."
~Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Courage

Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, "I'll try again tomorrow."

Friday, June 18, 2010

Thankfulness

A while ago, my dear friend, Brandon gave me this quote and a hug...

"The greatest heroes in life are not the courageous, bold, or confident. Nor are they great leaders of men. Rather,true heroes are the people who fight the most difficult battles and overcome obstacles we can never truly understand. For these are the people that inspire us to climb mountains of our own."

I am thankful for people like Brandon.

On a separate note, please send your thoughts and prayers to Jess and her husband over at "A LITTLE BLOG ABOUT THE BIG INFERTILITY." She recently went through her 3rd IVF, only to have it end because it was discovered she had an ectopic pregnancy.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Bring Kobe Home




Kobe and I met during our first week of grade 8 at Wellington Secondary. We quickly became friends and were inseparable. Weekend sleepovers, camping and vacations with our families were quite the norm. Her grandma always referred to us as "2 peas in pod." Sadly, sometime during university, life took us in different directions and we didn't see each other as often.

Last Friday, Kobe and her boyfriend were in a motorcycle accident in Bali. She's in serious condition in the ICU. While her mama has traveled to be by her side in Indonesia, her step-dad, and sisters, Leah and Marie have been working tirelessly to raise funds ($100,000) to bring her home. They are also looking for B- donors.

The video I've embedded has information on how you can help bring Kobe home.

"Nothing is so strong as gentleness. Nothing is so gentle as real strength."

Friday, June 4, 2010

WTF?

Kate over at Busted Plumbing recently blogged another edition of (I'm Infertile) "And Yet THESE People Can Procreate." In Kate's words, "It's where we all have a laugh at the irony that there are so many people who would love to be wonderful parents but are struggling, and yet there are these "colorful" folks out there who couldn't find their own butthole with two hands and a flashlight, but have still somehow managed to create offspring!"

Get a load of this:

Jennifer Stweart: 3D Film Got Me Pregnant
Friday, May 7, 2010
By Newsolio Editor

The wife of a US Army soldier, Jennifer Stweart, claims she got pregnant by watching a 3D adult film while visiting friends in New York.

38-year-old Jennifer Stweart used the bizarre claims to explain to her husband why their child was black, despite the lovers being very much white skinned.

Jennifer Stweart said her child looks just like a black actor in the adult movie she claims to have watched in 3D with her east coast pals.

“A month after watching the movie, I started feeling dizzy and the results were positive,” Jennifer Stweart said.

Stweart also admits her marriage to the US military man who serves overseas could be in trouble: “Even though my husband believed in me, my marriage could be at risk. But he knows I’m faithful” she said.

Despite his wife's bizarre explanation, Iraq US military man Erick Jhonson said: “I see it as suspicious. The films in 3D are very real. With today’s technology, anything is possible.”


What's worse? The cheating wife? Or the husband who believes that it's feasible for his wife to become pregnant by watching a 3D movie?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Heavy Metal

Many eastern medicine practitioners believe that body piercings, especially those that run down the middle of one's body, are B-A-D. Traditional Chinese medicine believes the human body has meridians - channels by which one's energy (qi) flows - and when a metal piercing is constantly stimulating points along these meridians, energy blockages and long term health problems can occur.

Dr. George Goodheart, author of "Chinese Lessons for Modern Chiropractors", writes of the Antenna Effect. Goodheart discovered that taping a small metal ball onto acupuncture points will result in long term stimulation. In fact, this goes for any metal that is in constant contact one one's body and, depending on where the metal is located, a series of health issues may be present.

So last Thursday, at my weekly acupuncture appointment, Tammy began to stick her needles in my abdomen when she suddenly stopped.

Her: You have a belly button piercing.

Me: Umm, ya. I'm slightly confused since this woman's been looking at my stomach every week since the beginning of December, and I've never been without it.

Her: I'm having a flashback.

Me: mkay...

Her: I just remembered one of my teachers lecturing about how navel piercings cause infertility.

Me: What?!

Turns out she had one of those moments where a long lost memory is triggered by something in the present (my belly button being the source of inspiration).

Without anymore info on hand, I told her I'd be back next week with answers care of Dr. Google.

Basically, the belly button - "the forbidden acupuncture point" - is known in Chinese medicine as CV8 and is located on the Ren Meridian Channel (female issues) and also impacts the central nervous system. And we all know that our CNS is responsible for just about every function in one's body.

Do you see where this is going?

Article after article concluded that women who are trying to conceive should remove their navel piercing. Furthermore, a pregnant or breastfeeding women should NEVER leave her piercing in. Dr. S. Byrd even went so far as to state,"there are also fertility issues in many women who have belly piercings."

WTF?!

Now the question is, do I file this piece of info into the "Diet/Exercise/Meditation" folder, or into the "Rose Quartz/Pomegranate/Robitussin" slot?

"If the hour happens to be later than we may have wished, take heart! So much more to be cherished is the bloom."

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Blah

It's pouring outside. Last night there was an arson at our school. Today I learned this was an anovulatory cycle. And the icing on the cake? My luteal phase has regressed to only 10 days long.

Not good news, Peeps. Not. Good. At. All.

"Tough times don't last; tough players do."

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

This and That



It's done! The beaut-iful box made in mem-oriam of our Jordan turned out perfectly. We can't thank Barb enough for recognizing our anguish in such a thoughtful and tangible way.

I'm enjoying being back to work. The kidlets brighten my days, and it's as though they know when I need a big hug. So perceptive, these little ones are. And I can't believe I'm about to say it, but I'm not looking forward to summer. I know! Crazy, right? Perhaps I should explore this more because something is definitely wrong...

On another note, I've become lost in the blogosphere that is infertility and loss. These ladies understand what I'm going through. 'Nuff said. And although I don't know these people from Adam (and they don't even know I exist), I find myself thinking about them throughout the day. Sending them positive vibes. Cheering them on. Crying with them.

Breezy's friends, please meet:

Jess from A little blog about the big Infertility. Jess enjoys photography, hiking, kayaking and exploring nature. She has 2 cats and 2 dogs. Jess and her husband have been living with infertility for over 4 years. They've had 1 miscarriage and 1 chemical pregnancy, plus 10 IUIs, and 1 failed and 1 cancelled IVF. On Sunday, after weeks of visiting her fertility clinic for exams, scans and procedures,and injecting fertility drugs into her body on a daily basis, Jess had her second IVF and 2 embryos were implanted into her uterus. She is on bed rest and is pregnant until proven otherwise.

Kelly from The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow (I hope). I "met" Kelly, a high school teacher, about a month ago. After 3 miscarriages, she found out she was pregnant again. When it came time for her first ultrasound, the doctor didn't find a heartbeat. The following week she returns to the RE's office to confirm it's over, and get this, they find a heartbeat! Days later she goes back for a third ultrasound, but there's been no growth and the heartbeat is gone. She continues on, her body not recognizing her pregnancy is no longer viable. In the end, Kelly had to go back to her RE to be injected with Cytotec in hopes that it would cause her body to expel the fetus. It worked. She miscarried at home.

Kate from Busted Plumbing. She lives in Arizona with her husband of 7 years and their two dogs. In her own words, Kate is "eternally devoted to all things Disneyland, Harry Potter, Neil Patrick Harris, Tim Burton, Twilight and Glee." After being diagnosed with polycystic ovarian syndrome, she began rounds of Clomid and became pregnant. Sadly, she miscarried, and since then, she's miscarried 3 more times. Recently she shared that, at 10 weeks, she is "a little pregnant". This is farthest she's ever made it.

"Good timber does not grow with ease; the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees."

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.


-William Ernest Henley

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

CD 15

That's right, Peeps, 1 month 1 week and 6 days since Jordan was taken from my right fallopian tube, I'm already on cycle day 15. And dare I say it? I'm almost certain this is an ovulatory cycle (temperature dip on day 12 and then temp. shift on...drum roll please...Day 14)! Keep your fingers crossed for bloating, sore boobs and emotional instability (a sign that ovulation is pretty much a sure thing for this cycle).

What does this mean? Well, just short of 4 weeks post surgery, my period arrived. This was surprising since I was told to expect it in 6-8 weeks from April 5th. It's appearance means that HCG (the pregnancy hormone) is no longer present in my body (no methotrexate shots or weekly blood work, yay!) and my body is getting back on track more quickly than the average person.


I've been working my a** off getting "things" back in order. Good 'ol cognitive behavioural therapy with my counselor, journaling, acupuncture, exercise, and Circle and Bloom are some of the more conventional paths I've been traveling down. While continuing with all things pomegranate and introducing rose quartz into my daily life, fall into "Ummm, Really?" category.

I find comfort in the resiliency. A text book, 28-day cycle was something I had going for me pre-ectopic pregnancy, so I can breath a sigh of relief that I don't have (mmkay, choose) to obsess over this too.

I know what you're thinking. Blah, blah, blah, TMI. Tell us what we really want to know.
Fine, I'll give. Yes, I'm physically allowed to "try" again and no, we're not.

"If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking."

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy "Childless Awareness Day"

It's Mother's Day, and I had my first Mother's Day cry just after midnight.

In "Brianne Land", Mother's Day was celebrated this past Tuesday by giving my mama her gifts and apologetically announcing that Sunday will be a regular day. Apparently this declaration didn't matter 'cause my brain wasn't fooled.

Lucky for me and my brain, I have a wonderful husband who understands my pain. When the tears started, he whipped out a card...my Mother's Day Card.

But hey, if I need to cry, then so be it. I shouldn't hide from my emotions but rather embrace the tears as cleansing and tension releasing. Right??? At least this is what I told myself on Thursday when I burst into tears. At school. In front of the kidlets.

I think they were shocked because no one made a peep. The music teacher hugged me, the secretary brought me tissues and two of my darlings sought me out to give hugs and a pep talk... "You know Mrs. F., it's okay to cry, it'll make you feel better." Wise words from a pair of wise 9 year old.

These kidlets are keeping me going. They're so full of optimism and hope for things to come. I was reminded of what it was like to have your whole life ahead of you, your dreams just beginning to take shape. I wish I still had their innocence.

When I returned to work from my leave, I noticed a project they had completed while I was away. Lining the front hall of the school was a collage of art work on what it means to have hope. Here's some of what they said:

Hope is a peaceful world.

Hope is trying your hardest.

Hope is believing in yourself.

Hope is having an open heart.

Hope is life.

Hope is much closer then it appears.

To all the mothers, to all those who are missing their mom or children, to everyone yearning to be a mother and to those women who are mothers of angels, Happy Mother's Day.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Breakthrough?


Good news! I only cried once today AND it wasn't a can't-catch-my-breath, snot-runneth-over cry, as has been the trend as of late.

I had a quivering lip and moist eyes before leaving for my first day back to work in exactly one month. Somehow I managed to keep it together.

Work fared far better than I anticipated. I really don't know what I was expecting, but considering the last time I saw most of my coworkers, "how was your weekend?"'s and "Billy had a meltdown"'s were the extent of our relationships. Now they know the intimate details of my hoohahooterus. Sigh.

Seriously though, the welcome back I received made my heart melt. Nothing tops a genuine, heartfelt hug (okay, except growing a baby). I've lost count of how many times I was the recipient of this act of caring by my coworkers as well as my kidlets.

My favourite line of the day? "Whoa, Mrs. F., you were gone for a really long time. What type of bad cold did you have?"

If only.

Really though, how was I supposed to explain to this angel-faced ball of sunshine the real reason I was away? I can imagine it now. "Well M., Mr. F. and I decided we wanted to have a baby. But my plumbing wasn't working properly, so I spent months being jabbed with needles and visiting doctors who made me take off my pants so they could insert all sorts of things into my private parts. But not to worry, it worked! Mr. F. and I found out we were pregnant! We were so happy! But then the doctors told us that the baby wasn't growing where it should, and they had to cut me open and take the baby away. No, M., the baby's not alright. The baby's dead. And I cry all the time."

Lucky for little M. (and my career), I spared her innocence. As far as M's concerned, I had the worst cold in the history of colds.

Anyway, as it turns out, the tears came after work when my parents presented me with a gold angel charm "for our Jordan." I immediately retrieved a chain from my jewelry box and secured it around my neck. It's perfect. My baby will always be close to my heart, even when my mind is elsewhere. When she's in the forefront of my mind (which is very often), I feel a sense of calmness having something tangible to connect with.

"I may not be there yet, but I'm closer than I was yesterday"

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Just What I Needed

Few people comprehend the impact after an early loss. We were also surprised by the wall of grief that hit me after losing Jordan.

I quickly learned that it's important (and normal) that my pregnancy loss be acknowledged and mourned.

There certainly are distinctions between early loss and losing a child you've given birth to. Just as one would grieve differently after having lost a partner or one's parents. However, the commonality is loss and it must be addressed.

We are so very grateful for the love and support we've received from all of you. A simple text message or 'thinking of you', has turned my day around. I cannot stress how much your thoughts and understanding has helped me put one foot in front of the other. Thank you.

I'm disappointed in myself for thinking that I would be judged for grieving this loss, or that you wouldn't understand. I'm ashamed and I'm sorry for doubting you.

Today I talked and was understood.

Today I realized I don't need to "hide" from you because you understand, and if you don't, you'll keep an open mind and work at understanding because you care about me.

Today I realized your support materializes in different ways.

Today I heard just what I needed, in the form of an email from Barb...


I was wondering if you and Cy would like me to make something for Jordan like a box or some keepsake. As her Auntie, it would be, as always, from my heart and with all my love. I think of her with your Gran (which helps me) and that she is always going to be the big sister. Yes, I see a girl and yes, I know in my heart that you and Cy will have more babies but she will always be your first.
I must admit this is coming from a bit of a selfish place in me because I need to do something to help me heal as well. It was a terribly, terribly short time but she was in my life.
Maybe you will hate this idea. You can even "lose it" on me...which wouldn't be the worst thing because you could get it out but not have to feel bad as you are loved unconditionally by me...I hope you find some comfort in knowing that we are all looking out for her and loving her. Thank-you for letting me have her, miss her, and love her. I always will.


And as I wrote my response, I was finally able to put into words why I'm so angry...

I find that when I catch myself not thinking about what happened, or finally enjoying something I liked before Jordan, I feel terribly guilty. Aside from a handful of pictures showing how excited we were, we have nothing of Jordan except for the grief we feel. I feel disloyal, like we're forgetting. Maybe a box/keepsake will help me remember without feeling guilty for laughing again.

I like to think of her with my Gran and Cy's grandparents who've passed on, too. I need to believe that there are 'people' looking out for her little soul.
Thank you so much for acknowledging Jordan and loving her. That's all I want; people to recognize she was my child, even if it was just for 6 short weeks. I hate to think that there are people who think she's replaceable by getting pregnant again. That's what makes me furious! Even though I have a hard time believing it right now, deep down I have to know that I will have more children. I just don't want me or anyone else to pretend she wasn't my first, and just a roadblock on my path to having living children.


"Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make peace with that and all will be well"

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Waiting Place

Dr. Seuss hit the nail on the head. He told me this would happen. And I hoped beyond hoped I wouldn't end up there (here), in this "Waiting Place".

Oh, the Places You'll Go. You know the book. It's often given as a gift to graduates and used in convocation speeches. The Doc addresses the Great Balancing Act (life itself, and the ups and downs it presents) while encouraging us to "find the success that lies within us".

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
the Bang-ups and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You'll be left in a Lurch.

You'll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasant bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you'll be in a Slump

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done...

You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, towards a most useless place.

The Waiting Place...

...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance
Everyone is just waiting.


This doctor paid attention in school.

The world is going about its business, and I'm watching and waiting for time to pass. When I wake up, I wait for lunch. For energy to exercise. I wait for my doctor's appointment. For my counseling appointment. I wait for Cy to get home from work. For the new episode of Glee. For sleep to come. For a moment when my chest isn't aching from the anxiety. I wait for a break in the grief. For a moment when I don't feel so hopeless. I wait to feel "normal" again. Like my old self. I'm waiting to see how this whole thing is going to play out.

I'm getting antsy.

Finally, on an entirely separate note, I'm resolving to put a positive quote or "What If" at the end of each subsequent entry.

"Tough times don't last but tough people do"

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Obsession du Jour

Did you know that only 60% of women conceive at all following an ectopic pregnancy? In fact, it's even less than that for women who also have a primary infertility diagnosis. And to top it off, for those women lucky enough to have a subsequent pregnancy, 15% of those will go on to have another ectopic.

Chances of having an ectopic pregnancy in the first place? 1-2%.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

An Inchworm's Reasoning

There's a small incision made with deadliest precision
That lets a darkness seep into my heart
But I don't need sureness or crave some faulty pureness
I only want a warning when it starts

I am not heroic and I cannot muster stoic
But in my life I want a leading part
I'm an inchworm walking, measuring and stopping
The journey seemed much simpler at the start

If I measure every step, I never ever guess
That every single step is all the same
And misery forgets there was ever happiness
And happiness treats misery about the same

If I took the road not taken,
I was probably mistaken
I've had a lovers' quarrel with the world
If I try to make my bed in a great instead
Will my dreams be always only in my head?

On every crowded highway, every silent byway
Every victory soaked in salty tears
If I stay a springtime green
It's through a thousand dirty falls
I weep to see the wonder of it all

-Old Man Luedecke, Inchworm


Is there anyone out there?

I decided to start this blog for 3 reasons: 1) journaling as a way of sorting through the parade of obsessive thoughts strangling my mind, 2) to keep my nearest and dearest up to speed on the drama. If I know you know the scoop, I don't have to worry about running into you and having to relive the sordid details. And frankly, if you know, it will save us both the embarrassment of being witness to my breakdown when you ask "So when are you and Cyballs having kids?". Or something like that. 3) It's comforting to know that someone's listening. That even if they (you) don't know what to say or do, the fact that my thoughts have been "heard" helps me feel validated, less lonely. I don't need anything fancy or well thought out; an "I hear you" or "I'm listening" is perfect.

On a somewhat separate note, my blood work has shown I still have pregnancy hormones floating around. This means two things: 1) if they haven't dropped to "0" in the next week or so, I'll be given injections of methotrexate. This drug is typically used for cancer treatments, but in my case, would be used to stop the growth of any fetal cells left behind, and 2) I have morning sickness, but get nothing out of it in the end.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

NIAW

April 24-30th is National Infertility Awareness Week (this encompasses ALI - Adoption, Loss and Infertility - as well).

Even if you haven't experienced any of the above, please take a few minutes to explore these sites:

www.resolve.org/infertility101

www.resolve.org/takecharge

Bitter is the New Black

I'm bitter. And I hate it.

I'm envious of those "normal" mommies. One of my fellow ALI (adoption, loss and infertility) bloggers said it best: "it's not that I want it to be hard for them, it's just that I want it to be easy for me, too."

The day after I was released from the hospital, I had an appointment with my OBGYN, Dr. Hunt. Both the physical and emotional pain were raw as we waited for my turn, when out of the washroom marched this adorable pregnant woman. I had to turn my face to the wall so she couldn't see the tears streaming down my face. Cyballs squeezed my hand and under his breath said the sweetest, most validating thing - "fucking bitch".

It was exactly what I was thinking.

Yes, of course we know this sounds horrible, and under normal circumstances we wouldn't have thought, let alone uttered such a thing. These aren't normal circumstances.

Aside from the acrid thoughts eating away at my heart and mind, it's been challenging for me to navigate the relationships I have with those in my life who are pregnant or are new parents. On the one hand, I'm truly happy for these wonderful women. But on the other, it's just too soon. The pain runs too deep. I accept this is my psyches way of protecting me, and that with time my heart will eventually come around. For all this, I feel tremendous guilt.

Today I sent each of these women a short email to let them know I was thinking of them.

I hope they understand.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Celebrating Jordan

Sharing our precious baby with those who love us.





Friday, April 9, 2010

Project IF

Lollipop Goldstein over at Stirrup Queens had a challenge for her followers: post a comment on her site stating your biggest infertility and loss "What If". In other words, she wants her readers to take the “what ifs” that keep knocking around inside our hearts, keeping us awake at night, and allow the larger community to commiserate, empathize and help us carry the burden by reading our words.

I decided not to post mine on her site, but thought I'd share my "what ifs" on here:

What if I never hear someone call me "mommy"?

What if I have another ectopic pregnancy and I lose my tubes?

What if the 9 days I knew I was pregnant was the closet I'll ever come to experiencing motherhood - and I spent so much of that time fretting that I wouldn't be able to handle the changes or be a good mother?

What if my baby didn't know/doesn't know how much I love(d) him/her?

What if I cut off ties with the next person who tells me "I'm pregnant"?

What if I always resent those women who get pregnant "by accident" or "by just thinking about it"?

What if I never see another "+" pregnancy test?

What if it's Christmas 30 years from now and I have no children, no grandchildren, no family?

What if I fucking lose it on the next person who says "oh don't worry, you'll get pregnant again" or "well at least you weren't further along"?

What if everyone who knows what happened said "I'm so sorry for your loss. It must be terribly difficult." Would I be less angry? Feel less guilty? Heal more quickly?

The Good, The Bad and The Rebuilding

The Good: Cyballs and I got pregnant on our trip to the Island of Fertility.

The Bad: 9 days after finding out we had created a precious life, I was rushed into emergency surgery to remove a 6 week ectopic pregnancy.

The Rebuilding: Where do we go from here? Our hearts are broken, our hopes are dashed and fear is creeping in. This was our miracle pregnancy and I lost it. Now I'm more likely to have another ectopic pregnancy, more likely to miscarry and more likely to have trouble with tubal factor infertility (that's assuming we get pregnant again).

Despite all the negativity, there were a number of positives that emerged. First of all, Dr. Hunt was encouraged that "sperm met egg". He was also happy to report my hoohahooterus looked great (this means that there aren't any polyps, fibroids, tumors or scarring (fingers crossed there isn't any scarring as a result of this surgery). And finally, the fabulous Dr. H. was able to save my tube.

Much of the anger I have is directed towards my body for failing me. My grief counselor, Jenifer, pointed out just the opposite. The bleeding was light and the cramping was screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs painful, but at least my tube didn't fully rupture nor did I lose the ability to produce an egg on the right side as so many women do.

Also the doctors were pleasantly surprised with how little internal bleeding I had - only 300mL - much less than they usually see. The surgical team was also happy to report my hemoglobin was very close to normal levels which helped me escape the rarely inescapable blood transfusion.

My emergency surgery took place around 1 a.m. on Monday, so a surgical team had to be called in. I was frightened beyond belief, but had some relief...Dr. H., the doctor who has been treating me for infertility, was the OBGYN surgeon on call that night. Dr. Hirst, the anesthesiologist, is a parent of two lovely McGirr students, one of whom I have worked closely with at some points during my time at the school. Dr. Hirst was also a former neighbour of mine when she and I lived on Icarus. And just when I thought I couldn't "run into" anyone else, 1 of the 2 surgical nurses was someone I've known for 20+ years and is best friends with my cousin, Brooke.

Someone was certainly watching over me.

As I heal physically, the pain doesn't compare to the emotional despair and heartache I'm experiencing. I knew I was going to be a mommy for 9 short days, and I didn't realize how much I already loved that precious life.

Jordan (not one of the names we had in mind for our baby, but is the unisex name we decided on as we said our goodbyes) was the size of a bean and was forming his/her facial features this week. Even at this young age, Jordan's hands and feet had began to form. And even though we wouldn't have been able to hear it yet, my love's sweet sweet heart had started to beat.

How is it possibly to hurt this badly when I hadn't even met this little soul? When I think about losing our baby, I can't catch my breath, my stomach drops and it takes every ounce of strength not to fall to the floor.

Thank you all for your positive thoughts, support and prayers. Please keep them coming...specifically for Jordan's soul to know how much he/she was already loved by us, for our pain to subside, and for my body and mind to heal quickly so we may try again.

xo

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Serenaded by Michael

Long before Michael Buble became a well known house-hold name, I was a fan. In the early years, I was lucky enough to catch his home town concert at Deer Lake Park in Burnaby. Now the crooner is playing multiple sold out concerts at GM Place.

Michael's recent single, "Just Haven't Met You Yet" is catchy but not one of my faves. I've met my Mr.Right, so it just didn't apply. Until today when I heard the words differently...

I'm not surprised.
Not everything lasts.
I've broken my heart so many times I stopped keeping track.
Talk myself in.
I talk myself out.
I get all worked up, then I let myself down.

I tried so very hard not to lose it.
I came up with a million excuses.
I thought I thought of every possibility.

And I know someday that it'll all turn out.
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you, kid, that I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.

I might have to wait.
I'll never give up.
I guess it's half timing,
And the other half's luck.
Wherever you are.
Whenever it's right.
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life.

And I know that we can be so amazing.
And baby your love is gonna change me.
And now I can see every possibility.

But somehow I know that it'll all turn out.
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And I promise you, kid, I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.

They say all's fair.
In love and war.
But I won't need to fight it.
We'll get it right and,
We'll be united.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Robitussin, Acupuncture and Pomegranates, Oh My!


Firstly, Cyballs and I want to say thank you for all the emails and FB messages we received after having shared our blog. As scared as I was to put this intimate news out there for the world, I can't begin to tell you how much strength I took from the compassionate and supportive messages you sent us. Just to know you're thinking of us and sending us strength, brings me to tears. So from the bottom of our hearts, thank you for being our cheerleaders.

When faced with the possibility of never having children, one will resort to strange and drastic measures.

It began innocently enough. A website here, a magazine article there. But it progressed and I began to obsess - blogs, forums, Yahoo Answers, you names it, I was reading it and taking it to heart.

Ahem. My list of tried anecdotes:

*L'Arginine
*Fertile Aid (yes I ordered a product from the internet that isn't FDA approved)
*Robitussin
*Lipton Brand green tea
*Molasses
*Radishes
*Hens
*Anything pomegranate
*Isla Mujeres (pure coincidence)
*Acupuncture

In my heart of hearts, I'm pretty sure I know most of that list isn't going to change a damn thing. But if it gives me hope, what's the harm? Truth is, there are some items on that list I've embraced.

Pomegranates: The fruit of fertility.
I've taken to wearing a pomegranate-coloured bracelet on my right wrist (click here to find out why). Since my obsession began, I've received a care package from Amanda with all things pomegranate. Also, Barb left me a plastic pomegranate in my drawer at work which now sits on a makeshift shrine in my living room. There's always pomegranate juice in the fridge, pomegranate hand soap in the bathroom and pomegranate lip balm in my desk at work.

Isla Mujeres

Back in October (when infertility wasn't on the radar), Cyballs bought us a trip to Isla Mujeres, Mexico for my 30th birthday. As it turns out, Isla happens to be the Island of Fertility (and not because of the abundance of tequila). The Mayans built a temple on the south point of the island in honour of Ixchel, goddess of fertility and childbirth. Imagine our surprise and delight.

When the time came to pack for our trip, you better believe Amanda's care package and Barb's pomegranate made it into my bag.

On the day we made the trek to the temple, I had the pomegranate and some pomegranate flavoured lip balm securely tucked away in my beach bag (and of course had a pomegranate fruit bar for breakfast). We had a nice chat with Ixchel when we got there, complimented her on the beautiful view her temple has and snapped some pics for future worship. Oh come on, you never know.

Acupuncture

I began acupuncture in November for my chronic jaw pain, but when I received my infertility diagnosis in January, Tammy, my Doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine (DTCM) and acupuncturist starting focusing on fertility.

Tammy and I visit weekly and each week she focuses on different points depending on where I am in my cycle. For example, in my follicular phase (before ovulation), she does a point called "the conception vessel", points over my ovaries to help stimulate them and a point over my uterus to help with blood flow to my reproductive organs. Tammy also does balancing treatments during this phase, as well as a few kidney and spleen points.

In the luteal phase (after ovulation), Tammy focuses on points that boost my kidneys, liver and lately, spleen.

Basically, TCM believes that if there is an imbalance of energy in the body, then the body and its systems can't function properly.

As it turns out, I've had a luteal phase that is only 10 days long; most women don't vary too far from 14 days. Some OBGYNs and REs believe that anything less than 12 days is considered a a part of a luteal phase defect, while others believe anything less than 10 days is a deficiency. Either way, mine was not as long as it should be.

What does that mean and how does it affect fertility? The corpus luteum produces progesterone. Progesterone makes the lining of the uterus thick for implantation and is necessary to sustain a healthy pregnancy. The corpus luteum produces progesterone until the placenta begins to take over progesterone production around ten weeks gestation.

After a woman ovulates, the corpus luteum only lasts for about 12-14 days unless it begins receiving HCG (human chorionic gonadotropin) from a developing embryo. If the egg is not fertilized, the corpus luteum dies and progesterone production stops. When progesterone levels drop, the uterus lining stops thickening and is consequently shed during menstruation.

To sum up, if I conceive with a luteal phase defect, I will have an early miscarriage.

Thankful, since seeing Tammy, my luteal phase has gone from 10 days to 13 days! I have no idea if this development will make a difference, but I'll take it.

So if you have an anecdote, send it my way. As you can see, I'll try anything.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

In All Seriousness

I find the most overwhelming characteristic of infertility is how stressful it is. It's stressful because I don't know how long it will last. Because it's unexpected. Because it makes me feel different. It's stressful because it's physically demanding and emotionally taxing.

My prior posts make light of a situation that is anything but. After reading entries 1-3, Cyballs was reminded of how painful those weeks were. There really are no words that capture the despair that had suddenly become our reality.

In those early days, I spent a lot of time crying and very little time sleeping. On the days I managed to roll myself out of bed for work (and nothing more), I sulked around in a makeup-free-hair-in-a-pony-daze.

With indecision and uncertainty running rampant in my mind, Cyballs was there for me every single time, without judgement or expectation, holding the towel whenever I gave myself permission to lie in the shower until the water ran cold. He held my hand during testing and hugged me while I stared at the wall. Despite dealing with his own range of emotions, he was my rock and wanted nothing more than to make my pain disappear.

As it turns out, with acceptance, support and passage of time, it's become easier to cope. For example, I can (for the most part) talk about our infertility without crying. And for the first time since the diagnosis, I was able to be in the company of a beautiful baby (although when I got home, I cried myself to sleep in the middle of the afternoon). This is not to say it isn't just as painful, and some days are easier than others. But we're trying to remain optimistic and that's what's getting us through until we get answers - if we ever do.

The truth is we may never have the answers we seek. Unexplained Infertility accounts for 25-35% of major causes, and to date, all of our testing has come back normal (one more test - Laparoscopic surgery - before we are diagnosed with said cause and start Clomid.

All in all, it's not easy and the following guide best describes how I (we) feel, and how you, our family and friends can support us.

Guide for Family and Friends

You probably have difficulty understanding why getting pregnant has coloured virtually every aspect of her daily life. Brea hopes that by reading this booklet, written by psychologists with both personal and professional experience with infertility, you will better understand that pain she is feeling. This booklet also will tell you how you can help her.

SOME FACTS ABOUT INFERTILITY

It may surprise you to know that one out of six women who wants to have a baby cannot conceive. There are many possible reasons for this dismal statistic: blocked fallopian tubes, ovarian failure, hormonal imbalances, toxic exposure, to name a few.

All these barriers to pregnancy are physical and physiological, not psychological. Tubes don’t become blocked because a woman is “trying too hard” to get pregnant. Antibodies that kill sperm will not disappear if a woman simply relaxes.

WELL MEANING ADVICE

When someone we care about has a problem, it is natural to try to help. If there’s nothing specific we can do, we try to give helpful advice. Often we draw on our personal experiences or on anecdotes involving other people we know. Perhaps you recall a friend who had trouble getting pregnant until she and her husband went to a tropical island. So you suggest that Brea and her husband take a vacation too.

Brea appreciates your advice, but she cannot use it because of the physical nature of her problem. Not only can’t she use your advice, it upsets her greatly. Indeed, she’s probably inundated with this sort of advice at every turn. Imagine how frustrating it must be for her to hear about other couples who “magically” become pregnant on vacation. Your well-meaning advice is an attempt to transform an extremely complicated predicament into a simplistic little problem. By simplifying her problem in this manner you’ve diminished the validity of her emotions, making her feel psychologically undervalued. Naturally, she will feel angry or upset by this.

The truth is: There’s practically nothing concrete you can do to help Brea. The best help you can provide is to be understanding and supportive. It’s easier to be supportive if you can appreciate how being unable to have a baby can be such a devastating blow.

WHY NOT HAVING A BABY IS SO UPSETTING

Women are reared with the expectation that they will have a baby someday. They’ve thought about themselves in a motherhood role ever since they played with dolls. A woman may not even consider herself part of the adult world unless she is a parent.

Worse, Brea is not even certain that she will ever have a baby. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is give them hope and then not come through. Modern medicine has created this double-edged sword. It offers hope where there previously was none – but at the price of slim odds.

WHAT MODERN MEDICINE HAS TO OFFER THE INFERTILE WOMAN

In the past decade, reproductive medicine has made major breakthroughs that enable women who in the past were unable to have children now to conceive. The use of drugs such as Humegon can increase the number and size of eggs a woman produces, thereby increasing her chances of fertilization. In vitro fertilization (IVF) techniques extract a woman’s eggs and mix them with sperm in a “test tube” and allow them to fertilize in a laboratory. The embryo can then be transferred back to the woman’s uterus. There are many other options as well.

Despite the hope these technologies offer, they are a hard row to hoe. Some high-tech procedures are offered at only a few places, which may force Brea to travel great distances. Even if the treatment is available locally, the patient must endure repeated doctor’s appointments, take daily injections, shuffle work and social schedules to accommodate various procedures, and lay out considerable sums of money. All of this is preceded by a battery of diagnostic tests that can be both embarrassing and painful.

Infertility is a highly personal medical condition, one that Brea may feel uncomfortable discussing with her employer. So she is faced with coming up with excuses whenever her treatment interferes with her job.

After every medical attempt, Brea must play a waiting game that is peppered with spurts of optimism and pessimism. It is an emotional roller coaster. While trying to cope with this emotional turmoil, she gets invited to a baby shower or christening, learns a friend or colleague is pregnant, or she reads about a one-day-old infant found abandoned in a dumpster. Can you try to imagine her envy, her rage over the inequities in life? Given that infertility permeates practically every facet of her existence, is it any wonder why she obsessed with her quest?

Every month, Brea wonders whether this will be it. If it isn’t, she wonders if she can muster the energy to try again. Will she be able to afford another procedure? How much longer will her husband continue to be supportive? Will she be forced to give up?

So when you speak with Brea, try to empathize with the burdens on her mind and on her heart. She knows you care about her, and she may need to talk with you about her ordeal. But she knows that there is nothing you can say or do to make her able to conceive. And the fears that you will offer a suggestion triggers even more despair.

WHAT YOU CAN DO

You can give her support and not criticize her for any steps she may be taking – such as not attending a shower or child’s party – to protect herself from emotional trauma. You can say something like this: “I care about you. After reading this booklet, I have a better idea about how hard this must be for you. I wish I could help. I’m here to listen to you and cry with you, if you feel like crying. I’m here to cheer you on when you feel as though there’s no hope. You can talk to me. I care.”

The most important thing to remember is that Brea is distraught and very worried. Listen to what she has to say, but do not judge. Do not belittle her feelings. Don’t try to promise everything will be okay – such as telling her “of course you’ll have a baby one day”. Don’t sell her on fatalism with statements like “Everything happens for a reason” or “What will be will be.” If that were truly the case, what’s the point of using medical technology to try to accomplish what nature cannot?

Your willingness to listen can be of great help. Infertile women feel cut off from other people. Your ability to listen and support her will help her handle the stress she’s experiencing. Her infertility is one of the most difficult situations she will ever have to deal with.

PROBLEM SITUATIONS

Just as an ordinary room can be an obstacle to a person who’s visually impaired, so can the everyday world be full of hazards for an infertile woman - hazards that do not exist for women with children.

She goes to her family’s house for Thanksgiving. Her cousin has a new baby. The men are watching sports while the women talk about their children. She feels left out to say the least.

Thanksgiving is an example of the many holidays that are particularly difficult for her. They mark the passage of time. She remembers what came to her mind last Thanksgiving – that next year, she would have a new son or daughter to show off to her family.

Each holiday presents its own unique burden to the infertile woman. Valentine’s Day reminds her of her romance, love, marriage – and the family she may never be able to create. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day? Their difficulties are obvious.

Mundane activities like a walk down the street or going to the shopping mall are packed with land mines. Seeing women pushing strollers strikes a raw nerve. While watching TV, Brea is bombarded by commercials for diapers, baby food, and early pregnancy tests.

At a party, someone asks how long she’s been married and whether she has any kids. She feels like running out of the room, but she can’t. If she talks about being infertility, she’s likely to get well-intentioned advice – just the thing she doesn’t need: “Just relax. Don’t worry. It will happen soon,” or “You’re lucky. I’ve had it with my kids. I wish I had your freedom.” These are the kinds of comments that make her want to crawl under the nearest sofa and die.

Escape into work can be impossible. Watching her dream shatter on a monthly basis, she can have difficulty investing energy into her career. All around, her co-workers are getting pregnant or talking about their children. Going to a baby shower is painful – but so is distancing herself.

THE BOTTOM LINE

Because she is infertile, life is extremely stressful for Brea. She is doing her best to cope. Please be understanding. Sometimes she will be depressed. Sometimes she will be angry or irritated. Sometimes she will be physically and emotionally exhausted. And sometimes she’ll put on a brave face, but her infertility will never be far from her mind. She’s may not be “the same old Brea” she used to be. She may not want to do many of the things she used to like to do.

She has no idea when, or if, her problem will be solved. She’s engaged in an emotionally and financially taxing venture with a low probability of success. Overall, only about one-third of people using special fertility treatments succeed in having a baby. The longer she perseveres, however, the greater her chances of pregnancy become.

Maybe someday she will be successful. Maybe someday she will give up and turn to adoption, or come to terms with living a childless life. At present, though, she has no idea what will happen. It’s all she can do to keep going from one day to the next. She does not know why this is her lot. Nobody does. All she knows is the horrible anguish that she lives with every day.

Please care about her. Please be sensitive to her situation. Give her your support - she needs it and wants it.

Friday, March 19, 2010

The First Test

My trip to NRGH for the Hysterosalpingogram (HSG) was the first test after having arrived on Infertility Island. And what a welcome I received!

Now if you're unfamiliar with the HSG procedure, firstly I'm envious and secondly, you're about to get the low-down.

WebMD defines said procedure as an "x-ray test that looks inside the uterus and fallopian tubes and the area around them."

Sounds routine, right? Oh so very wrong. What "they" fail to mention is how the procedure is performed.

And with this post goes what is left of my dignity...

The gist:
1) Lie on table with my feet in stirrups
2) Curved speculum placed into "lady parts"
3) The nurse (gently) holds knees apart
4) Dr. H. attaches a clamp to cervix and cleans it with a special soap
5) Evil doctor inserts a catheter through cervix and into uterus
6) Cervix dilates, cramping begins
7) Cramping worsens
8) Dye is injected into uterus
9) Worst. Cramping. Ever.
10) Nurse tells me to watch the overhead monitor
11) I think, there's a fucking tube coming out of my uterus, not so interested in watching the monitor
12)Dye fills my hoohaahooterus* and spills out into my abdominal cavity
13)Forget what #9 said, this is WORST CRAMPING IN THE HISTORY OF CRAMPS.
14) Diagnosing doctor calls out from behind the partition, "right's (fallopian tube) clear
15) Silence
16) Breath holding
17) "Left's clear"
18) Breathe out, it's finished and there weren't any blockages, abnormalities, polyps, fibroids or adhesions.

PART 2

1) Remember those cramps? Yup, still there and still as intense
2) Recover on exam table
3) Decide to try to get dressed
4) Pass out
5) Wake up on guerny surrounded by nurses
6) Get wheeled into a recovery room
7) Cramps
8) Throw up in hair and all over hospital gown
9) Cramps
10) Spinning room
11) Throw up in a tray
12) Cramps
13) Try to drink some juice and eat some crackers
14) After a couple hours, begin to feel better
15) Decide to try to get dressed again
16) Have nurse locate my missing underwear??
17) Success! I'm dressed and still standing!
18) Leave hospital
19) Slip on a muddy area of the lawn and slide down the little hill
20) Cy helps me up and into the car
21) Cry

And I thought I'd go out for breakfast after everything was all said and done.

* Hoohaahooterus is a term coined by Lollipop Goldenstein, author of the blog Stirrup Queens (see blog roll). She defines it as: a collective names for all one's sexual organs.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ready or Not

My intial visit with Dr. H. was overwhelming to say the least, but the doc was calm, concise and optimistic. He laid out the plan of attack for the next 6 months:

1) Hysterosalpingogram (HSG)

2) Semen Analysis

3) Luteal Phase progestrone (P4) blood work

4) Day 3 Estradiol (E2) and FSH levels

5) Laparoscopic Surgery

Now then, after #5 is complete, and assuming they don't find or can't fix something they may encounter, I'll begin taking the fertility drug, CLOMID. If after 6 CLOMID cycles there is no resulting pregnancy, we'll be sent to a fertility clinic to begin discussing Intrauterine Insemination (IUI) and In Vitro Fertilization (IVF)

Sound overwhelming? Tell me about it.

So many things were running though my mind. Do I want the docs to find something and hope they can fix it? What if they can't fix it? Am I strong enough to face what IUI and/or IVF treatments entail? Can we afford $8000+ per IVF cycle? Do we want to consider adoption? Egg donation? Sperm donors? Surrogacy? What if they don't find anything at all? Does that mean nothing's wrong? Or will I be diagnosed with Unexplained Infertility?

I'm not ready for this. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to make decisions. I don't want to go through the invasive, embarassing procedures. I don't want to explain what's going on to family and friends. I don't want to deal with people asking me if we have children or if we're trying. I don't want to see pregnant women. I don't want to be around children. I don't want to see happy families. What I want is a break from my mind. But if I want a chance to have children, I really don't have a choice.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Getting IT Out There

There comes a time for all of us when people start asking the big question: "So when are you going to start having kids?" I'm fairly certain each of us at some point in our adult lives has experienced this question from family, friends and people who just want to know your business. For me, I was inundated with this question when me and Cyballs made it legal. And at the time, we practically sang "no way, not right now".


Oh how carefree (and unassuming) we were.


We happily went about out married life, enjoying being newlywed and head-over-heals in love with each other, life and the hope for things to come.


Fast forward to November 2009...My doctor had some concerns with some of the "things" I was putting out there during our conversation. I ended up leaving that day with a referral to an OBGYN and not a worry in my mind. And why should I? I felt fine. Cyballs and I weren't trying to conceive (TTC). Things were a-okay as far as I was concerned, but I obliged Dr. O.'s concern.


Now in hopes of maintaining at least some of my dignity, I'll keep the details to a minimum. January 5, 2010 went a little something like this:


Me: Yay I get to sleep in a bit today!

get ready, have breakfast, talk to dad before his surgery, drive to meet Dr. H., read my fabulous book in the waiting room


Dr.H. - I have a referral from Dr. O., can you tell me more about why you're here?


Me: Well Dr. O. was concerned with some of the things I was telling him during my checkup. I proceed to provide the details.


Dr.H. - Hmm. Well. The definition of Infertility is...Launches into the world of infertility


Me: Oh


Dr.H. - Gives me more information on infertility


Me: Oh


Dr. H - Begins to outline the plan of attack


Me: Oh.


As it turns out, once I got all those "Ohs" out of my system, I did end up asking some questions. A lot of them in fact, since a 20 minute appointment turned into a solid 45.



At the end of the appointment, I left with a date for a visit at the hospital for a Hysterosalpingogram (which earns an entirely separate blog post), a requisite for blood work, a copy of surgery instructions for a to-be-determined date, a connection with a sympathetic-eyed (empathetic perhaps?) nurse and a concerned yet hopeful doctor.


Yes, I make light of it now, but the mood and my heart were anything but in that moment and the weeks that were to follow.


As I sank into the car to call Cyballs, my head began to throb and Dr. H.'s unwelcomed words made themselves at home in my spinning mind.


Primary Infertility. Two little words that have instantly changed our lives...