The Road To PregnancyShannon Green
The road to pregnancy, for me, was a rocky one. From the beginning, my husband and I had planned for the birth of our child, and expected it to happen without complications. I don't know if I would call it optimism or naivety now, but one thing is for sure, I no longer take any function of my body for granted.The Pre-Pregnancy Checkup
Two months after going off of the pill, I went to my gynecologist for a "pre-baby" checkup. I wanted to make sure that I was in perfect health, before attempting a pregnancy. I discussed the fact that I had not had a period since going off the pill, and was assured by my doctor that everything was "fine" and that I should be pregnant within a couple of months. I waited and waited. Seven months had passed, and I hadn't even had a period. Those missed periods every month played a game on my psyche as well. I cannot even begin to imagine the amount of money spent on pregnancy tests during that time.
After nine months without getting my periods, I became very concerned and went to another doctor. After a short a checkup, he put me on Clomid told me I should be pregnant within a couple of months. After a few more months of Clomid and no answers, I decided to try someone else.Maybe It's Time For A New Doctor?
My new gynecologist recognized that I had some kind of ovulation disorder that would probably require something more aggressive than Clomid. Nevertheless, she wanted to try Clomid for just a few more months, to see if anything would happen. Nothing happened, and my new doctor referred me to a fertility clinic. The First Appointment
My first appointment was a little overwhelming. They laid out a course of action to cover every possibility. I finally began to feel as though something might happen. They did some blood work on me that day to try to determine where I was in my cycle. Much to my surprise, I was told that I had just ovulated! I was so excited, that I decided to wait on any medication that they wanted to put me on, to see if I could get pregnant by myself. I didn't, but having a period without medicinal help was a relief to me.
I started taking Metformin and Clomid for a few months, to see if anything would happen with my ovulation. Once again, we were unsuccessful. I was subjected to a hysteroscopy and a hysterosalpingogram.. The hysterosalpingogram found an abnormal growth in my uterus. The radiologist refused to make any diagnosis, so I went home thinking that I had cancer. I know now that it was an illogical thought, but at that point I was at my wit's end. As a result of the diagnosis, my doctor scheduled me for a hysteroscopy. The test, thank goodness, came back negative.
After a few months on Clomid and Metformin, my doctors and I both agreed it was time to try more aggressive treatment. Time for More Aggressive Treatments
At this point, almost two years had passed since we had decided to become a family. It was starting to feel as though it would never happen. I felt as though I was being punished for some past sin. I just couldn't accept the fact that my body would not do what it was designed to do-produce a baby.
The treatment we decided on were injections of Follistim and Noveral. I was none too thrilled about having to inject myself in the stomach, but I wanted a baby more than anything in the world. My husband participated in this by getting the injection ready, but there was just no way that I was going to allow him to stick me. The first treatment appeared to work beautifully, but low and behold I became sick at the time we were supposed to have sex.
We went back a few weeks later for an ultrasound, to see if we could try again. We found we couldn't, because so much fluid had accumulated in my ovaries. The doctor put me on birth control pills for a month, to calm them down. When I got home from work that day, I broke down. I cried and cried, and tried to figure out why this was happening to me.
When we returned from a vacation on Easter morning, we were told that we could try the shots again. I don't know why, but the shots seemed to hurt more this time. I told myself that if it didn't work this time, there was no way that I could go through another month of this."You're Pregnant!"
For two weeks after, the shots were full of pain and discomfort for me. My back and sides hurt, and I always felt as though I needed to rest. I didn't allow myself to think that I was pregnant. I assumed that I must have the hyperovulation syndrome that sometimes comes with these infertility drugs. But I was wrong. On May 11, 2001 we went in for a pregnancy test. We kept ourselves busy most of the day shopping for Mother's Day gifts for the next day. When we returned there was a message from the nurse who practically sang the words, "You're pregnant and the numbers are great."
I lost my breath, and couldn't even listen to the rest of the message. I had to sit on the stairs while my husband reread the message. We both cried, and decided that no matter how early it was that it would be perfect to tell our moms on Mother's Day. So we bought two bibs that said, "I love my grandma" and gave them to our mothers. In some type of orchestrated move, they both opened the gift at the same time, and screamed and cried. It had been a long time coming, and I think that they were just as relieved as we were.
At the time of this writing, I am 15 weeks pregnant. I have had four blood tests, two ultrasounds, and two heartbeat confirmations, and part of me still doesn't believe it. I do feel, however, that a great burden has been lifted from me. I cannot wait for this baby to be born. Even though the road has been a rocky one, I couldn't imagine a greater outcome than this.
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