#28 Chapter 3, the beginning of the end (ooooh sounds a bit sinister)

25/04/2013

Hi, me again. Although a little less stressed...for now. Welcome to the last chapter in this fucked up rollercoaster of a journey.
This will be our third & final funded cycle of IVF, & as there is no way on gods green earth we could afford to pay to continue the journey, this is where it will come to a definite end, so it had better work, or else... Or else what I have no idea. Who am I even threatening? God? myself? Libby? Mrs Smith at No42? Answers on a postcard to the usual address

"I can see clearly, now the rain has gone"

Sorry to quote the old Jimmy Cliff song, but it's kinda relevant to how the last attempt ended. I know this might sound strange (it does to me) but I felt strangely relieved when the FET (frozen embryo transfer) failed, it was like I could breath for the first time in weeks, & thinking straight was pure bliss.Don't get me wrong, I was truly gutted, but my head was so messed up, that it had overshadowed everything else.
I wish the clinic offer more in the way of psychological support, because I need it from time to time...well more often than not, Yes i'm unstable. There I said it.

I had convinced myself that that was the end, I couldn't put myself through the mental torture again, & worst of all I couldn't bare to see Libby bring reduced to another physical & emotional wreck again. Maybe I was just fooling myself because I want to be a father so bad, I want to make my wife, my angel the best & proudest mother on the planet.
It's so hard to just walk away from something that you want (need) so bad, even though it might never happen. I went to bed on that thought & woke up the next day with a newfound determination to give this our last & best shot. After all it's better to try & fail than to not try at all. But this time failure is not an option, I'm in it to win it. Positivity town ... Here I come!

Soooooo! We were back at the clinic today, & it was nothing much to write home about, not an entire waste of time.We're looking at starting again at the beginning of June with everything the same as the original fresh cycle, lots of drugs, needles & the complete breakdown of my wife. But we're going with that approach, because the result from that time round were beyond our expectations, with the exception of the fact that the embryo had to be removed in surgery.
We got talking about the ectopic pregnancy that ended our first cycle & something was mentioned that had never been mentioned before, or at least not mentioned in my presence. That libby has Pelvic inflammatory disease & this could cause another ectopic, but it can be controlled with drugs
So I did some research (never a good thing) & to my dismay, I found out it's actually could be the route cause of all of this. Weirdly we've bloods & other bodily fluids taken over the years & there has never been any sign of an STI whatsoever this just confuses my totally.
But whether that is that case & whether or not it is my fault, what's done is done & I can't let it cloud my will to make this cycle work

#27 Another chapter closes

4th April 2013

There's nothing better than being kicked in the teeth before breakfast. And on today's breakfast menu... A BIG FAT NEGATIVE. Another chance at a being a proper family has been snatched away from us. I'm not entirely sure how I feel yet, lost I suppose.
To make matters worse, the first three stories on the morning news are all children or newborn related. If there is a god, I imagine he's pointing & laughing at us right now

Right I'm off to drink coffee & wallow in self pity

#26 Apologies without apologising

1st April 2013

Okay, at the end of my last post I said I wouldn't be posting anything for a while, but I simply cannot switch off from this journey, my mind has become IVF & everything that goes with it 24/7.
I  have a tendency to let my mind & my mouth runaway with themselves. But here's the problem, my mind is running wild & I'm jumping to a lot of conclusion which aren't always the right conclusions, & because I'm writing about a lot of things that tie in with the journey, these wrong conclusion are resulting in people (friends in particular) being offended or upset about what I'm saying. It seems I'm pushing people even further away.
But this is the weird thing, I'm not sorry. This how I feel.or what I felt at a specific time.
I wanted this blog to be a chronicle of every mindset I experience & the reactions that come with it, in a hope that I can try make sense of it all in an attempt to council myself through everything, I also hoped it might help someone else understand what comes with the whole process & the thoughts & feelings & conclusions that come with it (whether right or wrong)
Hopefully someone will see the errors of MY ways to recognize them & avoid them or make them better for themselves. I however haven't learnt anything & it's all become a bit of a mess, I have become consumed by it all & I'VE become a mess too.

Before, I used to bottle my feelings & emotions up and it would occasionally all bubble up to the surface & make a mess of things, but this time the same has happened, even though thought I've expressed how I feel.
This past Friday, I went out for what was intended to be a fun night out with my two sisters & a couple of mates. Well it started off as fun, but ended being alcohol fuelled  tear stained bout of anger & bitterness. I'm scared it's going to go wrong, I'm scared I'm losing my family & friends, I'm scared that if it fails it's going to end up ripping me & Libby apart. It's got to the point I'm scared to carry on. ...I'm broken
When we first started or journey, I wish the psychological side was explained as well as the physical side, maybe our choice to go ahead might have been different.  IVF & infertility is truly horrible, I wouldn't wish anything to do with infertility on my worst enemy
I wan't to switch off, I want to be happy again, even If just for 5 minutes, Is that too much to ask?