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Our Journey

2002 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #1

2003 1st consult with an RE, you know, just in case

2003 Got Married (at 37 (me) & 34 (DH) years old)

2003/2004 Naturally conceived pregnancies BFPs #1, #2, & #3 and miscarriages #1, #2, #3

2005 Uterine Fibroid Surgery #2

2005 IVF #1, BFN #1

2005 IUIs #1 and #2, just because, BFN #2 & #3

2005 FET from IVF #1, BFN #4

2006 Exploratory surgery to remove scar tissue from fibroid sugery #2

2006 IVF #2 (w PGD), BFP #4

2006 Emergency cerclage for IC @ 16w6d (5 months + 1 week of complete bed rest at home ensues)

2007 Our son is born @ 38w by scheduled c-section

2007 IVF #3 for baby #2, BFN #5

2007 IVF #4, BFP #5, miscarriage #4

2008 IVF #5, BFP #6, miscarriage #5

2008 IVF #6, BFP #7, miscarriage #6

2008 DE IVF #7, BFN #6

2009 DEFET #8, cancelled, embryos don't thaw

2010 Decide to adopt domestically

12.17.10 Profile is live with our agency

November 2011 Consult with RE re: donated embryo cycle

Early January 2012 Cleared to proceed with deFET

January 2012 Freeze our profile

1.20.12 deFET begins
2.12.12 eSET of one compacted morula
2.22.12 BFN

3.23.12 deFET #2 begins
4.14.12 transfer 3 embryos (1-8 cell, 1-5 cell, 1-4 cell)
4.22.12 + HPT
4.24.12 Beta #1 = 48.4
4.26.12 Beta #2 = 125.7
4.30.12 Beta #3 = 777.8
5.11.12 1st U/S - Singleton!
7.12.12 It's a Boy!
12.26.12 C-section: Baby G is born, 9#5oz, 20.5"

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Defining Moments (NIAW)

In my 41 years I have known great joy and unspeakable sorrow. While this journey has the happiest of endings let me tell you how I got there. As I put words to paper this story seems unbelievable even to me. But it is my life blanket, woven together by threads of experience.

I was adopted at birth. That was the first of several defining moments in my life. I realized at a young age that families were created in different ways; an understanding that would serve me well four decades later.

My older brother and I were in a car accident when I was eleven and he, fifteen. He was killed and I spent a year in a body cast recovering from my injuries. That was defining moment number two. The childhood I’d known was over. And, at that tender, impressionable age, my heart was heavy, knowing that my children would never know him.

Fast forward to my completion of graduate school when I took an entry level job in the staffing industry and began a career with a trajectory that I couldn’t have imagined; defining moment number three. It would also delay my dream to be married with children by 30. I was young and healthy so I could hardly complain. My career spanned 11 years and I rose to Vice President. As a woman in a field largely dominated by men, I was proud of my accomplishments, awards, and promotions. I was also acutely aware that I was getting older, older than I thought I would be, without a boyfriend in sight, much less the prospect of having children.

At 33 I met the man I would marry. Interestingly, he was also adopted. We both shared the feeling of not having biological roots and wanted that connection with our own children. At 37 I was elated to discover I was pregnant. That elation was short-lived when I miscarried. Unbeknownst to me, fibroid tumors had grown into my uterus, forcing out any embryo trying to implant. I met with my OB to determine how to remove the fibroids without jeopardizing my fertility. He decided to remove them laparoscopically. The surgery was only partially successful and the threat of the fibroids coming back was high.

I conceived and suffered another miscarriage. My OB recommended trying again as “these things happen”. I managed to conceive a third time only to endure another miscarriage. It was becoming painfully clear that the fibroids were back and standing in the way of maintaining a pregnancy. I had an MRI to better visualize my uterus and requested a meeting with the radiologist to review the results. It was a cool fall evening when we met him at the hospital. He first put up slides of a normal uterus. Then he put up my slides. There was not even a visible outline of my uterus. And then he said these crushing words, “You have good ovaries but your uterus is compacted and severely distorted by fibroids. Have a hysterectomy and hire a surrogate.” I swallowed back the tears and numbly walked out to the car with my husband. Hysterectomy? Surrogate? Me?

I immediately sought the opinion of a renowned fibroid surgeon who, with great conviction, said he could remove my fibroids. But, at 39, even with a fibroid-free uterus, my fertility, based on my age alone, was questionable. I knew in that moment, defining moment number four, that the career I loved and had poured my talents into, was over. How could I undergo major surgery, recover, and try to conceive, while managing a demanding career that required my full attention? I chose to retire and dedicate myself to having a baby.

I had the fibroids removed and then consulted with an RE. His recommendation was to proceed immediately to IVF. In fact, he was involved in a clinical trial to test a new form of progesterone. If I participated, the costs of the IVF cycle would be greatly reduced and the medications would be supplied by free of charge. I needed to decide immediately in order to secure a place. After three naturally conceived pregnancies I could not fathom that I would need artificial reproductive technology to have a baby. However, I knew the clock was ticking with no way to turn it back so my husband and I decided to proceed.

I responded well to treatment but was not successful in getting pregnant during the clinical trial. The good news was that I had three frozen embryos. The bad news was that my doctor was concerned about adhesions from my fibroid surgery and wanted to remove them. It was back to surgery as I rapidly approached my 40th birthday, a milestone, especially in the world of infertility.

The frozen embryo transfer that followed my recovery from surgery was also negative. I decided to postpone IVF #2 until after my 40th birthday celebration. In June, 2006 I cycled again, this time using PGD (pre-implantation genetic diagnosis) and transferred two blastocysts. This time, success!

My pregnancy was fraught with peril. I had three major bleeding episodes during the first trimester. At 17 weeks my cervix began to dilate and funnel requiring an emergency cerclage. My OB bluntly told me he hoped we’d make it to 24 weeks, the minimum age of viability. I was put on strict bed rest at home–only allowed up to the bathroom and one, six minute shower every other day. The funneling persisted. At 24 weeks my OB said he hoped I’d get 28, and that every week thereafter would be a gift. I was blessed with many weeks thereafter.

At 38 weeks and after five grueling months of bed rest, my son was born weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and measuring 22 inches. It was defining moment number five — the greatest, most humbling, deeply fulfilling, and worth-the-wait moment of all!

The above was written for an essay contest* submitted four months after my son was born. That was three and a half years ago. I could not have anticipated then, just how far my journey with infertility would take me. When my son was five months old we began cycling again in hopes of having another child. Because of my age, there was simply no time to waste. Over the next year, I underwent another five, fresh, own egg IVFs that produced two chemical and one ectopic pregnancy. Each cycle had diminishing returns. We weren’t getting as many follicles; therefore, we had fewer eggs, fewer of which fertilized. No matter how we tweaked the protocol, we had fewer and lesser quality embryos to transfer. It’s often what happens as women age, and certainly when she is over 40.

Our intention had always been to move to domestic newborn adoption if we did not have success again with IVF. However, I had many friends who were having success with donor eggs and so we went left at the fork in the road and did a donor egg cycle. The expensive cycle was a dismal failure as was a subsequent frozen embryo transfer where none of the donor egg embryos survived the thaw. I was devastated, emotionally and physically spent, and knew in my heart I was done cycling. But, where to go from here?

The following year was a dark, dark time. Not only was I grappling with the end of my pursuit of pregnancy and closing the door on my reproductive life, but we were so battle weary from our struggle that we no longer knew if a second child was even in the cards. We rarely spoke of anything related to family building let alone how we might proceed.

Even though both my husband and I are adopted, our adoptions were forty plus years ago and times were different then. The idea of an open adoption was foreign to us and, while, on some level we both cognitively understood why some degree of openness was preferential to the stark silence and lack of information of our closed adoptions, we had a hard time getting our minds and hearts around it. Nearing the end of that very long year of inertia, we began to talk about it once again and decided it was time to move forward with adoption.

That was in September, 2010. It has been a long and often difficult road. ART has nothing on adoption. ART is about trying and adoption is about waiting. Those who come to a decision to adopt from the infertility world often experience culture shock (I know I did). The process of being vetted to adopt is intrusive and invasive and leaves you feel splayed and vulnerable.

That said, it is the path that will lead us to the next child that we are meant to parent. When we are finally matched with a birth mother and she delivers our daughter, much like the birth of my son and all that went before it, it will carry with it much healing, the completing of our family, and will, as she is placed in my arms for the first time, be its very own and glorious defining moment.

*Full disclosure: my essay was the grand prize winner of a 10k education fund for my son.

8 comments to Defining Moments (NIAW)

  • Tireegal

    Wow! I just re read this! Maybe I never read it before? If so I hd forgotten about all those damn fibroids!!! You have truly been through the wars to get your family. I’m so glad you won that contest! Now you have your baby boy! Who knew that was the plan? Awesome, my friend!

  • Wow! I am not at all surprised that you won that contest. What an incredibly moving and concise way for you to summarize your journey and the major defining moments of your life. I am sorry that you have faced so many challenges, trials and heartbreaking losses along the way. But as you said in your comment on my blog post “On Being a Writer,” our struggles did help lead us to sharing about our experiences (and becoming writers), which hopefully in turn will be a source of support, encouragement and inspiration for others whose journeys to build and/or expand their families (or their lives in general) don’t go as they planned, hoped and dreamed they would (for whatever reasons).

    This was my favorite part of your essay: “It was defining moment number five — the greatest, most humbling, deeply fulfilling, and worth-the-wait moment of all!”

    I am so glad that you have that and look forward to reading about “defining moment number six” when I hope and pray that you get to hold the next child that you will parent in your arms. xoxo

  • Wow, just read this amazing post and find myself utterly speechless. You’ve been through so much. ..Thanks for sharing with us.

  • Sue

    Yep, you deserved that prize! You’re a great writer and tell a compassionate and compelling story that just makes us all want to know you better.

  • This is an incredibly thoughtful and personal post. I love it and appreciate making connections to many of the things that you have mentioned. Thanks for sharing.

  • Thank you so much for sharing your incredibly inspiring story. Your essay certainly deserves to have been recognized!

  • Tireegal

    Awesome post! That is fantastic that you won a competition with your essay! Go you!

  • Wow, you won an essay contest and started your son’s college acount with it? Go, you! You are an amazing writer and certainly have a lot of life experience to draw from. I’ll be following you on your next chapter, your next defining moment, I’m sure.

    Also – do they have wi-fi on the boat??

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