IVF: An Emotional Companion. Brigid Moss

the eggs] than my right?’ And, a few days later, ‘Does anyone else feel twinges in their ovaries during stimulation? Or get spotting?’ I liked that lots of people replied, and everyone supported each other, cheered each other on and commiserated, really knowing what it felt like when things didn’t work out. My online fertility buddies were there for me during IVF, at all hours, day or night, ready with a quick boost or supportive comment. One woman who was always helpful on the forum was a GP called Alice, who is still a friend today (and whose story is told in Chapter 12).

      It became clear to me that some people who hadn’t been through infertility or IVF often didn’t ‘get it’. Toni (see Chapter 3) explains it like this: ‘People who haven’t experienced infertility don’t understand how it takes over your life, how sad it is that a vision you had of your life has been taken away from you.’ It was hard having to explain every step in the IVF process to friends and family, even when they were being loving and wanted to support me. I was lucky because at work, my boss and close workmates were kind too, asking me how things were going every day.

      The actual treatment was hardcore and physically demanding. At the ARGC, for the roughly two weeks that you’re injecting drugs to stimulate your ovaries to produce eggs, you have a blood test every day at 7 a.m., sometimes two, and scans every other day too. I still can’t drive near the blood clinic in Harley Street without feeling my stomach tighten. There was a lot of waiting around for scans and appointments at the clinic too. The waiting room was filled with an air of desperation mixed with camaraderie. People were in awe of Mr Taranissi, the head of the clinic, and talked about ‘Mr T.’ in reverential tones. I joked later that the chairs shouldn’t have been around the edges of the waiting room, but all in lines, as if we were praying to Mr T. Often, I’d chat to a neighbour about our treatments and I’d feel quite lucky, because while I was on my first cycle, others were on their third, even fifth.

      I had nine eggs collected in the end (I always think egg collection sounds more like a country pursuit than a surgical procedure). One of these went on to become my gorgeous, now four-year-old, son Patrick. I was nervous while pregnant, even though everything was textbook. And I’m still, to this day, a much more neurotic mother than I would ever have imagined I’d be; taking so long to have a baby changed me, in that way, for ever.

      When Patrick was two, we decided to try again with our two remaining frozen embryos. But I didn’t get pregnant. I had always said I’d be happy with one child, that I wouldn’t have another fresh IVF cycle, but found I couldn’t ignore my longing for a second baby, a sibling for Patrick. So we started a new cycle a year later. During a scan leading up to egg collection, I was upset as my eggs weren’t developing evenly on each ovary (I was pretty overwrought generally, at the time). The doctor said to me, ‘I have women in here who would be very grateful to be in your position.’ And I felt quite ashamed.

      This time, the result was a biochemical pregnancy. So while at first I did get a positive pregnancy test, for a week my blood levels of beta hCG (the hormone you produce when you’re pregnant) stayed the same, and then they started to fall — a sure sign that the pregnancy was over. That was torture. I was bowled over at how hard it hit me. I was already exhausted from the sheer emotional stress and hormone overload, and from juggling appointments with work; I just wanted to curl up under my duvet and hide.

      When Adam and I talked about doing IVF one more time, we didn’t know if we could go through with it, and we certainly couldn’t afford it. Mum asked me, ‘If you had enough money, would you have another treatment?’ And when she put it like that, I knew I would. ‘Never let a lack of money stop you from doing anything,’ she said. Her financial help and writing this book (ironically) paid for our next treatment, when I was 41.

      That time, we did get pregnant, but, sadly, I lost the pregnancy one day off 16 weeks (that story is in Chapter 20). After a miscarriage, and indeed if you can’t get pregnant, the world can seem full of pregnant women and babies, reminding you constantly of what you don’t have. Just after my miscarriage, an old friend called out of the blue to say that she was almost the same number of weeks pregnant as I’d been just a few days before; while back at work, a month later, three pregnant women got in the lift with me at the same time. I was a mess for a month and cried every day for the following two.

      Now I’ve accepted I’m the mother of a single child and I do feel extremely lucky for that. At the same time, I’m sad that my son is growing up without a brother or sister. I don’t want him to have the whole weight of my expectations, or the whole responsibility of us when we’re old. On the upside though, we’re a very portable family, Adam and I have lots of time for Patrick and he is a very happy and loved child.

      Our mothers and grandmothers didn’t have the medical options we have today to ‘cure’ infertility. Then again, for the most part, they did start trying much younger too, so there wasn’t, like there is now, an army of women in their late 30s and early 40s feeling let down by their biology.

      Medical science not only gives us hope, but also a huge range of options and decisions, with new breakthroughs being announced every month. Often, however, that also includes the chance to spend an awful lot of money with only a limited chance of success.

      What I learned from my own experience, more than anything, is that not getting pregnant is about making decisions. Lots of them. And often, these are involved and technical. For me, first, it was, should I push my GP to refer me for investigations after a year of trying or wait another six months? Then it was which IVF clinic is best — should I go to a clinic that has slightly better results, or one that provides more personal attention, or one that’s closer to home? Even as a health journalist, the amount of information that’s out there seemed overwhelming. Every decision was emotionally charged, as every choice could in theory make the difference between having the longed-for baby — and not. The final decision that my husband and I had to make was: is it time to stop treatment? Financially, it was just about impossible for us to continue, but emotionally, I reasoned, did I really want to put all of us — including Patrick — on to the IVF rollercoaster again when our chance of success was so low?

      Every woman in this book has had to make these kinds of decisions, and has made them in her own way. Their stories are not supposed to be a practical guide — there are plenty of other books out there fulfilling that need (you’ll find recommendations at the end of each chapter and in the Further reading section on page 311). Rather, they are intended to show you what others have done in the situation that you are in, what it felt like for them and how they made their decisions along the way.

      My day job is Health Editor of Red magazine, and the inspiration for the book came from Red’s Annual National Fertility Report. I wrote it in the period from a few months before my final IVF cycle to a few months after the miscarriage.

      All the women I interviewed taught me something that helped me in my final cycle, or that has stayed with me. For example, Amanda (see Chapter 1), showed me that you can choose to see IVF failure as a nightmare or you can view it as a learning experience for the next cycle. Oona (see Chapter 18), taught me to accept that, during fertility treatment, it’s normal for your emotions to be overwhelming. And lastly, Sinead (Chapter 9) helped me realise that when you don’t get what you want, you should still be thankful for what you do have.

      Hopefully, this book will show that for every desperate moment, for every heart-breaking test result and for every difficult decision you face, someone else has probably been there before you. And she’s here — and happy — to tell her story.

      Why I had IVF

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      ‘I was ovulating, but not getting pregnant.

       And I desperately wanted to know why.

       It was so frustrating.’

      ‘All babies are miracles, but IVF babies are real miracles.’

      ‘My mantra was: “As long as there’s one egg, I can get pregnant.”’

      ‘After three IUIs in four months, I started

       pushing the doctors to recommend IVF because