IVF – In vitro fertilization is the
procedure in which egg cells are fertilized by sperm outside the woman’s
womb. IVF is the most common treatment
for infertility when other methods of conceiving have failed. The process involves hormonally controlling the
ovulatory process, removing eggs from the woman’s
ovaries and letting sperm fertilize them in a liquid medium. The embryo is then transferred to the
patient’s uterus with the intent of creating a successful pregnancy. For a more thorough explanation of the cold
scientific facts in layman’s terms go to:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_vitro_fertilization To
get an earful (or eyeful) of bellyaching about the painful and unpleasant human
experience of IVF continue reading.
When Tom and I were “ready” to conceive
in 2001, at the age of 34, we tried for 3 years before I went to get checked
out to find the problem. After numerous
tests and painful procedures we found that I had blocked,
irreparable tubes. Before IVF technology my only option for having a baby would
have been adoption. You can’t get pregnant naturally without working
tubes. I first went through surgery to
remove my damaged tubes then checked into an IVF clinic to start the hormonal
regimen. We had to pay $8,000 upfront to
the clinic (most insurance plans don’t cover IVF) then another $3,500 to the
drug providers. We took a class on distinguishing, measuring and injecting the
hormonal drugs since I had to have multiple daily injections for more than 10
weeks. The pre-pregnancy hormones are to be injected into the fat under the
skin, either in the arm, thigh or stomach.
I didn’t have much fat so sometimes Tom would accidentally get it into
my arm or leg muscle and it would burn like crazy. I hated the thought of it, but we finally
resorted to injecting into the stomach area. It wasn’t so bad. During the first seven weeks of pregnancy (I
got pregnant on our second try), the shots are done in
the buttock muscles with a big fat needle in order to pass the thick oily
progesterone. Halfway through the treatments the skin is so hardened from so
many shots that the needle refuses to go in sometimes and Tom had to jab in
different areas until it would go in. I
took a month off work since I had to be present at the clinic so often
(sometimes daily) to monitor my hormonal levels and ovarian progress. After 3
weeks the doctor performed the egg retrieval surgery. Five minutes after waking up she told us that
the six follicles that I had made were empty of any eggs.
We were dissuaded by the
After moving to
For five months I was never sure that
it was really my genetic egg. I thought
the nice Korean doctor might have felt sorry for me and slipped me an egg from
the assembly line of sleeping women in the surgery room that morning. My
confidence was so low after so many years of disappointment. What are the chances of every step going
smoothly with just one egg? They are very slim indeed. But when Andrew was big
enough to view in detail in a 3-D sonogram it was obvious. The poor kid looks just like me and he has his
father’s wide flat feet. Although it’s
technically illegal for the doctor to tell us the gender of the baby our doctor
told us it’s a boy because he knows we’re definitely not going to abort just
because of the gender. After so many years of disappointments, emotional pain,
physical pain and financial pain, who cares if it’s a boy or a girl? We just hope he’s healthy mentally and
physically. And if he’s not, may God
grant us the strength and grace to cope. This Thursday morning (