Finally, for the first time since we conceived our daughter, I have ovulated. Thank you, PCOS, for making it so difficult. Last month it took 8 days of clomid (normal dose is 5 days) to get those stubborn little follicles to grow. Despite not conceiving and having canceled our trip to Mexico (thank you, Zika Virus – pregnant or not, it wasn’t worth the risk), I was just as happy to have had my body working as it was supposed to. Then it got tough again. This month it took 12 days of clomid, plus 3 days of micro hCG injections, plus the hCG trigger shot. Here’s what happened…
After taking 8 days of clomid, I went in for a routine follicular ultrasound to check growth. Well, their ultrasound machine had crashed, and after an hour or more of waiting they sent me home with a prescription for an extra day of clomid and told me to return the next morning for my ultrasound. I was surprised the following day when the ultrasound revealed “little or no follicle growth”… What?! But 8 days worked last time and now I have been on it for 9! They prescribed another 3 days of clomid and had me schedule another ultrasound. The day after I finished my twelfth dose I went in for the third ultrasound this cycle. They said the growth looked much better. The RE had me switch form clomid to micro hCG injections in order to help encourage continued growth. At that point I was also supposed to start my daily ovulation prediction kit (OPKs) – twice a day. If I didn’t have a positive within a few days, I was to return for a fourth ultrasound. That day rolled around and still no positive, so off I went for yet another ultrasound. This time they told me the follicle growth was where they wanted it. YES! They decided to give me an hCG trigger shot, to force ovulation. Ovulation occurs within 36 hours after the trigger shot is given.
Now, I need to backup in my story… Going into this second successful ovulation, we knew that 12 days of clomid could have a big impact on the uterine environment. To be blunt, clomid dries up the cervical mucus. Semen needs the mucus to swim/live in, and ultimately to make a successful journey to their final destination: the egg. This fact was causing me to seriously question whether all of the medical torment I was putting my body through was for not? Yes, we had conceived our daughter on our second round of clomid several years ago, but that was only the regular dose of clomid (5 days). Some of you may recall that cycle was actually supposed to be an IUI (Intrauterine Insemination) cycle, but due to an error at the clinic, we did not end up going in for an IUI.
After much stewing and debating we made the choice to suck-up the additional cost, and give our “all” to what we were sure would be a successful ovulation. I know I don’t want to be on these drugs for long, and IUI just seemed like our best bet at this point. We were not crazy about turning over yet another piece of this journey to science/medicine. Oh well! All in all, by the time I had left my RE after the trigger shot, I felt good about our decision.
The IUI was scheduled for 24 hours after the trigger shot. We woke up early to get showered and dressed. My in-laws came over to stay with our daughter. After arriving at the RE office, my husband was up first to give his sample. (Yes, I feel a bit bad that he has to do that, but seriously, I go through so much- really, it’s fine.) After he was done we left to grab some breakfast, while the lab washed the sample and prepared it in the IUI catheter. An hour later we returned for my part. It was quick and painless, my husband held my hand. After, I laid there awkwardly for 10 minutes (as instructed), got up, got dressed and left.
A couple hours later I went to see my acupuncturist. Soon after, I began having cramping (this is common after IUI). I rested on the sofa when I could (a little hard to do with a toddler). The cramping lasted for two days. Still, it seemed like a good sign. I felt hopeful. Then on the day the cramps had disappeared, I received a text from a friend. She was informing me she had had a missed miscarriage. She knew I had experienced losses (one being a missed miscarriage). She wanted my advice and support – if I was willing. And yes, are you kidding me? That is why I blog. That is why I talk about our journey and openly share things many couples would opt to keep silent. Most of all, I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone. I knew I could be there for her-discuss D&C vs. natural loss and my experiences. I told her how much I knew it sucked, and that I was heartbroken for her. I offered to watch her son and cook her dinner. I checked up on her often. I did all of the things I wished I a friend had done for me during the lonely days I had struggled to navigate through my losses.
For me, her loss served as a cloudy reminder of all that still lay ahead. The flood of heartache, tears and emotions returned to me. I knew that pain all too well. Yes, I had finally achieved ovulation, in a closely monitored and medically controlled cycle. Even if we are so lucky as to conceive, I knew we’d still have much to overcome… I was reminded of how fragile I am, and how deeply I fear feeling that pain again. But at the same time I know I am strong. If I couldn’t handle this entire process we wouldn’t do it again. We are doing it again, because we know if it ends with a healthy baby – it was all worth it.
We have a lot of “good” on our side these days. We already have our daughter. Countless friends and family are praying for us. I have a wonderful acupuncturist and chiropractor. I am still under 35. We have been on all of our “trying to conceive” supplements for nearly a year. We have always eaten organic, real food. I know we are doing all we can. The good outweighs the bad. We’ve got this. Armed with luteal hCG injections and plenty of patience, we wait. Eagerly, we wait to see what will come of this perfectly controlled cycle… the rest is basically beyond our control.