“Just relax, you’ll be pregnant before you know it.”
“Have you tried losing weight, I got pregnant after losing a few pounds.”
“Maybe you should consider using clomid, that works miracles.”
“Start eating more of (fill in the blank), and less of (fill in the blank).”
“Consider yourself lucky for not having kids yet, and just enjoy being the two of you.”
“Find a hobby to keep you busy, so you don’t think about getting pregnant.”
“You can down load the ovulation tracker, that will determine when you will most like get pregnant, it worked for us.”
“You’re young, don’t worry about getting pregnant.”
The advice list goes on and on!
If I had a dollar for every piece of advice I’ve received regarding my Infertility Journey, I would be able to pay for all my Infertility Treatments :)!
Now I don’t want it to seem that I’m not thankful for those who care about me and want to provide help, because I really do appreciate them.
What’s hard for me is that if I’m not careful, I will compare myself when their advice is successful for them, and not for me.
One of my best friends who has PCOS was able to get pregnant off of clomid, and they have the most beautiful baby girl.
My sister-in-law, who has been a great listening ear for me, said that they got pregnant when they relaxed and stopping worrying about it.
I’ve read countless weight loss success stories of women losing weight and falling pregnant shortly after.
I’m happy for women who struggle with getting pregnant and are able to find their answer to getting pregnant, even if I am sad it isn’t my turn.
I have to keep reminding myself that infertility has millions of different scenarios, and there isn’t one type of an infertile woman.
My infertility journey is unique to me, and me only.
I know I’ve said it before, and I’m going to keep saying it as a reminder to myself, but I’m thankful for this journey I’m going through. It was far from the journey I saw myself going on when I first got married, but I’ve seen a change in what I’m thankful for, what I’m capable of, and what matters most.
I’m thankful for my husband who continues to bring positive vibes and extreme happiness into my life and everywhere he goes, I don’t know what I would do without him!
I can’t believe how quickly this year is flying by…It’s already May!!! And May is practically over. One good thing about this year flying by is that we are getting closer to having our next appointment to find out what our next step will be in this Baby Making Journey.
The last few months have been good for us. It was motivating having something to work towards. The Infertility Specialist placed us on special medications to get us “baby healthy ready,” and we have been so dedicated at staying on top of these medications, taking them faithfully.
One part of this time that has been a highlight for me is working together to get healthier. Hailame and I are eating better and exercising together regularly :)… at 5:00am 😦 but we’ve learned it’s the only time we can really dedicate to going to exercise, because when we both come home from work in the afternoon, neither of us wants to go to the gym, we just want to stay home.
So every morning at 4:30 am, my alarm goes off, and at 4:31 (why one minute after mine, I have no idea) Hailame’s alarm goes off… but he rarely hears it so I end of turning off both of our alarms.
I have to really work to wake Hailame up, he is the deepest sleeper, but the minute he is up, he is the biggest morning person in the world (and really chatty), compared to me where I will wake up, but that is all. I don’t want to talk, or interact with a lot of people.. give me about 30 minutes, then I may acknowledge your presence. Hailame has learned when he talks to me in the morning, he may or may not get a response, and if he does, it is short and to the point, and then back to silence for me. 🙂
But having Hailame and I go to the gym together has been perfect because I don’t think I would make it over there if I didn’t have his perky energy getting us out the door in the morning!
We are eager and ready to find out what our next step will be in this journey. We were told three months ago that the usual process is first trying to get pregnant on our own, using clomid. If that doesn’t work for us, we will do an IUI, then have IVF as our final option.
I’m praying that we are able to get pregnant on our own, obviously because that would save money and time, however at this point, I am willing to do anything!
This last weekend I went up to Pleasant Grove to have a HSG done… or in normal people words, have my Fallopian Tubes cleaned out with dye.
During this 3 month period of getting “baby healthy,” our doctor is wanting to eliminate different reasons as to why we haven’t been able to get pregnant on our own, so in addition to getting my body to cycle regularly, they also wanted to make sure my Fallopian tubes are clear and don’t have any blockage.
I had heard of this procedure before, my sister and two of my best friends had gone through this and they mentioned that it was similar to having uncomfortable cramps (which I’ve hardly had my whole life because I’ve always struggled in the regular cycles department anyway) but also that it was a pretty quick process.
***Side Story: The year I got diagnosed with PCOS, my PA was wanting to make sure I didn’t have Endometriosis or any Cancerous cysts as well, so they completed a vaginal biopsy (TMI? Sorry.), and it was the worst pain I had ever experienced.
From the start, it didn’t look like it was going to be so bad, my PA just mentioned that were going to do a quick swipe down there, but if I didn’t hold still in the right position they would have to do it again.
Well, not ever really experiencing major cramps, I got a RUDE awakening of the worst cramps I had ever received. It felt like someone was taking my lower abdominal area and wringing it out similar to wringing out a wet cloth. IT WAS MISERABLE, and they had to do it twice because apparently I was moving too much… MY BAD!
And to add to everything, I wasn’t only crying over the pain, all my emotions with infertility that I had kept bottled up, while trying to remain strong, came flowing out like a dam had just broken and there was no holding back after going through that biopsy.
So when approaching the Fallopian tube cleaning… I figured nothing could compare to the pain of that biopsy (except perhaps child birth 🙂 ).
My Mother, on the way to the procedure, kindly reminded me that when she delivered me, I was 10 pounds and she did it without any drugs, so I would probably be okay with this 5 minute procedure… thanks Mom….
Thankfully the nice front desk worker encouraged me to take some Ibuprofen about a half hour before the procedure to help with the pain (Bless you for your kindness!)
Upon arrival I had to complete a pregnancy test, and then I was prepared for the procedure. I was so happy and thankful to have a Nurse Practitioner who was so kind and thoroughly walked me through every step of what would happen before starting.
From the start, I tried to focus on breathing and finding something in the room to distract me from the large ultrasound camera covering me and all the things that were going to be put inside me to complete this procedure.
The first round they were able to have one of my Fallopian tubes clear very quickly, and it wasn’t painful at all. I could feel the pressure of the cramp, but it wasn’t anywhere close to how I imagined it would be. They weren’t able to get a clear picture of my second tube, and were concerned it might be blocked.
Right when they started talking about the other tube not functioning and they wanted to test it a couple more times, I don’t know why it triggered my emotions so deeply, but I just fell apart.
I think part of this came from bottling up a lot of emotions, as I always try to, after having a couple of my best friends from college deliver beautiful babies in the last month, and 2 more getting ready to deliver in the next few months.
I am so happy for these best friends, they are and will make wonderful Mothers and I’m happy for their triumphs because a couple of them went through the same trials I’m going through now. But as thrilled I am for them, I am still human and it is hard, as I deeply long to be in the place where they are now.
It’s a hard place to be where I want to see and talk about their new beautiful babies with them and maintain a positive attitude from myself and not allow myself to compare myself to them, be envious or bitter, because I don’t want to allow that kind of poison in my life.
I’m sure I’m not the first emotional patient these nurses have seen, but it still makes me feel bad, because they weren’t doing anything to hurt me, my emotions just get the better of me.
They tried two more times to clear the second tube, with no success. They mentioned that the tube may have closed up from stress of the procedure and it may not really be blocked, or it could be blocked and Dr. Foulk will decide what to do next.
I’m thankful to have a Mother that made time to take me, since Hailame couldn’t get work off, and then allowed me to cry majority of the way home. She also brightened my day by taking me to a Thrift Store… my shopping therapy, just ten times more affordable than the Mall. 🙂
Although the result for this procedure weren’t fully what I was hoping for, I am continually thankful for answers and knowledge that will help me get closer to getting in the right direction to have our baby one day!
**Warning: Long-ish Post! I tried to keep it brief, but the thought kept flowing! I think that’s why it took so long to post this.
I was blessed to find a husband who for one, came from a very large family (he’s #3 of 12!!!!!…Tradition Polynesian Family), and two shared the same dream of wanting a large family (myself coming from a family of 7 kids, me being #5). When we were dating and engaged we would regularly talk about our dreams in having a large family (10+ kids)!
We thought starting a family would be a breeze (hence coming from highly populated families) and we would start growing our family right away.
Throughout our 1st year of marriage, as we were hoping to get pregnant, I noticed that my body wasn’t cycling the way it should, which led to multiple times throughout the year thinking I was pregnant sadly later finding out I wasn’t.
I was told that sometimes our bodies will change after getting married and dealing with new stress and experiences,so I just figured my body was going through the “newly wed” changes and I didn’t think anything of it.
Within a year of getting married, I had gained 75 pounds. It came on slowly yet came out of no where. I had recently started a desk job, but I was still exercising regularly. So I was a little confused and frustrated that I had put on weight so quickly, when my body had never acted this way.
I was discouraged we hadn’t started our family, however I always felt that everything would be fine because we were so passionate about having a large family and eventually things would work out our way.
My sister mentioned that I might have PCOS. I had never heard of it before, and after doing a little research, I related to majority of the symptoms: weight gain, irregular periods, hair loss, oily skin, difficulty getting pregnant. I was a little in denial that I could possibly have it, but at the same time, deep down, I knew that I had it.
I found a local OBGYN, and set up an appointment. I remember sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment, next to multiple young pregnant mothers, with that glow and excitement about them. I ached to be in their position, a little envious seeing that most of them were a lot younger than myself.
I’m thankful for the Physician’s Assistant that I met with, Dawn. She was an answer to my prayers. After a couple of tests it was confirmed to her and reconfirmed to me that I most definitely had PCOS, but the way she approached it helped me change my attitude about the diagnosis.
She immediately started providing resources to me that would help me learn more about PCOS, her attitude was very calming and reassuring to me that PCOS was not going to keep us from starting our family, just a speed bump we would have to work through with patience.
Since then all the way up until meeting with the Utah Fertility Center (UFC), Dawn has been such a great support, listening ear when I needed a good venting, always encouraging and suggest I meet with the UFC.
Time and time again, my gratitude for Doctors and Physician Assistants is very abundant and overflowing as I continue to persevere through this journey.
love, hannah jane
“Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.”–Walter Elliot
I am thankful for Doctors. Especially Doctor’s who understand the desire for couples, like Hailame and I, who want to have a baby.
Hailame and I went into our Doctor’s appointment a little nervous. Multiple times, before this appointment, we had been told that our options to have a child on our own were little to none, and so we didn’t want to be put down again, after so many times.
Side Story: While waiting to meet with the Doctor, Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs was playing, and this led to the debate as to which Disney Princess was which because Hailame was convinced it was Cinderella and the Seven Dwarfs…but the last time he saw a Disney Princess movie, he thought it was Snow White and it was Sleeping Beauty…. I really hope we have all girls so he’ll have no choice but to become an expert on Disney Princesses 🙂
Back to our appointment.
Upon meeting Dr. Foulk, we were immediately put at ease. He approached our situation very confidently, assuring us at the end of this journey, we will have a baby. He was able to tell us the missing pieces to our situation and why we have been failing to have a baby. It was such a relief to get these answers.
Because of my PCOS and a few other health factors for both of us, there will be about a 3 month period that we will have to become “Baby Healthy.”
I’ve been put on Birth Control to help my Ovulation Cycles and to get rid of Ovarian Cysts (that darn PCOS!). I will also be taking a higher dosage of Progesterone to counter out my Testosterone levels (again…that darn PCOS!). It is our hope that at the end of the 3 month period my body will be cycling properly and my Estrogen levels will be where they need to be.
To exhaust all reasons why we aren’t able to get pregnant, I’ll be having my Fallopian Tubes cleaned out… not to excited for this, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes!
We left our appointment with a new drive and focus for our family. We were a little overwhelmed by all the information we had to take in but just the fact that we have a plan to move forward is making all the difference to the opposite of not having any direction on what to do next. We know what needs to be done and we are excited to start this new journey, growing closer as a couple and hopeful for the very best for our future family!
Tomorrow Hailame and I will be starting a new journey and chapter in our life. I’ve decided to call this chapter our “Baby Making Journey!”
Don’t worry, it’s not as risque as it sounds. 🙂 But it’s literally what we are going to be working on for this new chapter in our lives!
Starting tomorrow, we will be meeting with the Utah Fertility Center to learn about our different options in having a baby.
We are really excited, nervous, hopeful, and just ready to start moving forward on this part of our life.
We were first introduced to the Utah Fertility Center about a year ago, but held back because we wanted to exhaust some other options we were considering, and after a lot of talking, praying and reading and learning about other success stories, we’ve decided to give it a shot.
This appointment was set up back in November (yes, it’s February, and that is how popular this Center is and how long the wait is to get in). We are just so excited the time has finally come!
I will be sharing updates, insights, and our experiences here. It is my hope that what we take from this experience will be of help to someone going through a similar situation.
With time, I will go into detail what we’ve gone through prior to making this decision to start infertility treatments. Hailame and I have been through a lot of heartache, tears, trials, unanswered questions, and watching our close family and friends progress with their families as we go through this sometimes feeling stuck, a little jealous and confused why it’s not our turn yet, but at the same time despite the pain and yearning to start a family, at the end of every hard day, we have only ever felt peace and assurance that all things happen for a reason and we can’t compare our story to others because everyone has their own mountains that they are climbing daily, as we are with infertility.
To be honest, we have no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow, but the one thing I keep saying to myself (that my Mother is constantly reminding me of) is KNOWLEDGE IS POWER! So whatever does happen, I’m looking forward to learning and starting this new journey.