Feb 02, 2015
IVF with OE at 42
I have memory of about 6 IUI’s before we proceeded to my OE IVF cycle. In spite of minor mishaps like the most blood you’ve ever seen from someone on BC pills (even my RE was alarmed), and a non-hormone producing cyst (a biggie that was easily drained) I responded great to an antagonist protocol and a magical 12 eggs were retrieved. We were so happy! This was it! The 5 day blast transfer date just happened to be the date I was conceived, so we knew this was a slam dunk! My egg number quickly shrank to only 5 mature, only 4 that fertilized with ICSI, and complete arrested development at 2 days in the petri dish. Yep, my eggs were so unusually bad that not even a morula grew from them. Quickly deflated but bouncing right back, our WWW appointment topic moved on to donor eggs when my RE said he felt I stood less than a 1% chance of success with my eggs. It turns out this clinic is sooooo popular that every donor I chose on their website had a waiting list. At this stage I couldn’t imagine searching through a large database of donors. I was much happier with choosing someone local that was being exclusively monitored by that clinic. So, at first we picked one that was about to start a cycle for another couple, but we were told we’d be in line next, about a 4 month wait. Well, 2-3 weeks later we got a call saying that sorry, she would now not be available until June, an additional 2-3 month wait. To me this was far too unpredictable, so we moved on. Another donor appealed to us, but we were told her first cycle had not gone well and her ability to re-cycle was pending RE review. A week later we get a call, she’s available! Well, that was all good except we no longer felt good about using her since we had been told of the less than stellar results of her first cycle.
…I’m going to fast forward this and spare everyone the boring details…
IVF with DE at 43
Donor eggs didn’t end up working for us. After multiple reschedules at our wonderful local clinic I ended up going to a place in Santa Monica, CA that boasted success with frozen eggs. Although we ended up in a shared cycle with fresh eggs, we went through three blasts with merely a chemical and were deflated once more. By this time I was seriously worried about how to pay for more treatments since we’d blown a pile on my own eggs and then on donor eggs. We were scared to even use Gary’s guys again because we wondered if we both had bad material at this point, in spite of three different RE’s saying he looked perfect under the microscope.
Clinic number four…and a total of eight clinics consulted with.
Donor Embryos at 44
Thanks to being on Medhelp and cyber-meeting wonderful ladies on here, I thought to ask someone if she had any embryos left from her donor egg cycle and if she would be willing to donate them to us. What a crazy leap of faith, but what did I have to lose? I felt like someone had sucked all the air out of me when she said “yes.” I really couldn’t believe it. She was way ahead of me too because she had already considered doing it before I reached out. So the donation process began along with a consultation with my final RE and fertility clinic. For me, the light at the end of the tunnel would be when I never had to set foot in another fertility clinic again. I suspect I had one of the slowest lawyers in Oregon because it took us four months to wrap up the legal contract, which I think can go as quickly as two weeks normally! The cowboys of the West Coast never cease to amaze me. Anyway, I received six beautiful embryos and my first expected transfer date was in October, 2013. We flew to Chicago and met my amazing donor, and another beautiful woman and her husband who were the recipients of the other remaining six embryos. We had a fabulous dinner and I felt privileged beyond words to be invited into my donor’s home to meet her husband, family, and look at gorgeous family photos on the wall. We flew home a short three days later and my first beta at 10 days was 77. I was crying already since I knew this wasn’t too hot for a first beta. But, the next one two days later was 301, and the one after that over 600! I was on my way! At my six week scan we saw a single sac that was behind schedule. I had been cramping something fierce too and experienced an “episode” of serious pain where I nearly fainted at around five weeks. When I returned for my eight week scan the doctors were surprised I was walking. My right tube was the only carrier of this pregnancy. Somehow I had hobbled along for the last two weeks with blood loss and tons of pain, all the while thinking that pregnancy was just tough. In the hospital that night waiting for the surgery to start, I was already planning my next transfer.