TTC Stories- Part 6

.....Even the Doctor lost hope!

I will start my story with this personalized quote "where two or three are gathered in the name of TTC; relief, joy, laughter , miracle will be found there".

 I got married in November 2013 at 26, and like every newly married couple, my husband and I were joyfully anticipating the arrival of our tiny patter of feet in 9 months time. In fact, one of the reasons for us having a November wedding was because we were birthday mates ( July born, we rock!)and so wanted to have our first child share same birthday with us. A clear case of man proposes but God disposes!


But after few months of constant 'browsing' , nothing happened . i became some how worried but hubs was very calm. I told hubby that we should seek medical attention but he vehemently refused that it was too early. I just secretly went to the hospital to have myself checked.


The results of the tests came back so bad that I wished I had listened to my husband. At least wetin you no know, no go kill you abi? 

My diagnosis read mild growth of staph and BILATERAL TUBAL OCCLUSION! 

According to the doctor, the chances of conceiving naturally was very slim. That Assisted Reproductive Technique was the only way forward. I came back with the result weeping. I became a shadow of myself. I will cry myself to sleep and wake up crying but I thank God for my husband,he was and is still my rock, the wind beneath my wings! I call him my personal pastor because he is always encouraging and praying for me.


One day, I told myself that crying will not solve the problem, I just have to move forward. So I discussed with my husband and we agreed to go for IVF but financing it was a very big challenge for us. We continued praying and saving at the same time. And as God would have it, we were connected to a fertility specialist who had just opened his clinic and was doing ivf at a subsidized rate, so we got a loan added it to our savings and paid for the procedure.


So in October 2016, we began our first IVF journey!

Oh! 

The pains and the discomfort of the hormonal injections is better imagined. 

After 2 days of taking the injections, it was discovered that I wasn't responding well. So the dosage of my medication had to be increased, still, my eggs were not responding. I want to say that God still performs miracles. The doctor even gave up on me. 

One day, I went to the hospital for my normal routine injection and the nurse refused to attend to me, I went into the doctor's office and told him to carry out the usual ultrasound. I remember saying to him ' doctor, please check me' that thing you're looking for, you will find it today " he laughed but went ahead to scan me. Lo and behold! He saw 3 large follicles!


When the doctor saw those 3 follicles, the whole team and myself went wild with excitement! The 3 follicles were retrieved while other women who were far older than me had between 18-28 follicles retrieved. But in all I was still confident that God will do what he has to do.

After 3 days, I was called from the hospital that only one of the eggs got fertilized. I went in for the transfer only for the my doctor to tell me that the embryo was a grade D embryo. The embryologist refuse to do the transfer. 

According to him 'it was an exercise in futility' but I begged him to do the transfer that the manufacturer of the embryo knows exactly what to do with it.


The transfer was done and the 2 weeks wait began. I adhered to all their rules and regulations of eating pineapple core, no lifting of heavy objects etc. The day of testing finally came. OMG! I have never been that tensed and anxious in my whole life! My blood sample was taken and I left for work. I couldn't concentrate at work. 

Around 3pm I got a call from the hospital congratulating me. My pt came back positive!

It was a miracle because other women whose embryo was grade A didn't conceive. It was just a miracle! I continued taking the painful progesterone injections. Sadly, on the 6th of January 2017,I miscarried the pregnancy. God knows I did everything within my power to carry that pregnancy to full term. I have become so depressed, dejected, and unhappy.


Now I am just confused . I don't know what to do anymore. I have drank concoction upon concoction to unblock the tubes yet no result. I can't afford another ivf right now because I'm still re paying the loan I collected...


TTC is a painful journey and experience. I don't wish it on even my worst enemy. It is draining and embarrassing. God has been my source of strength. Please my fellow bvs remember me in your prayers. I know that it will end in praise.