#ivf is a wonderful science that has enriched the lives of so many. It also carries a huge emotional burden. My #ivfjourney was one of the hardest things that I have ever done. The trouble is that success isn't guaranteed and there's so much riding on it. There's a massive sense of blame. What could I have done differently? Why didn't it work? How can I improve my chances next time? Am I too old? Is it too late? The lack of control is overwhelming.
Sending love to all those out there who are struggling with fertility and I hope this post isn't too sensitive.
I had four egg collections, I was 36 at the time of the first collection and 41 at the last. Fortunately as a #cancersurvivor my eggs could still be used. In July 2018 we attempted an embryo transfer. It sadly didn't work. We tried again a month later, but once again, no luck. It was devastating.
We took a break and unfortunately our surrogate at the time couldn't help us going forward but we will always be grateful to her. In June 2022, we attempted #embryotransfer to our #surrogate Katie, and it worked! We were pregnant!!!
Our little baby boy wouldn't be here without the science of IVF, the nurses and doctors at our fertility clinic and the amazing kindness of our fabulous surrogate.
