#29 An Unexpected Twist

24/06/2013

I started this post off almost a month ago with absolutely no idea what to write, all i know is that the last two whole months have been sheer bliss, Normal sleep patterns, relatively stress & anxiety free living & it's about to become crashing to an end, as we approach the date that the wife becoming a pincushion for the second & final (?) time.
We're due to start treatment on the 27th of this month, but this morning, Libby started bleeding heavy a few days ahead of when it should have started, This is hardly surprising, more of an annoyance, because it could potentially stall our treatment for another month or maybe longer.
We called the clinic as a precaution & to find out what happens next, The have given us an appointment for tomorrow for a scan & a blood test to eliminate the possibility of another cyst or an endo bleed... YAY!!! the stress has started before the first needle breaks the skin

25/06/2013

I'm now on the second day of my week off, also the 2nd day i've got out of bed at 6am when i don't have to go to work...THIS SUCKS!
At least today it is through choice, I don't have to go to Libby's scan, but I have nothing like work in my way to stop me & i like to hear what's happening from the horses mouth. So i'm sat outside the clinic at 7.40am, 20 minutes before any of the staff get here, I'm wearing shorts & t shirt & it's not all that warm...I could/should still be in bed.
On the plus side, because we're the first to be seen, there's not much chance of the appointment been delayed.
So faster than you can say funky gibbon, libby is stripped from the waist down with nothing but a towel to keep her modesty intact. To be honest I wasn't expecting any surprises, just the usual, 'you have an ovarian cyst, roughly the size & shape of texas'
After a long pause, We got some VERY unexpected news Something along the lines of  "there is something there, you appear to be pregnant...Very pregnant" Que long confused silent pause
Me & Libby just looked at each other, not sure whether to laugh or cry. I'm still gobsmacked hours later
Apparently it's roughly 11 weeks, but can't be sure till we see a midwife for a proper scan, but here's the weird thing, there's a chance that this could be the result of out last IVF attempt which we tested as negative, ...that test was 11 weeks ago, There is also a slight chance that this could be natural, The nurse said the ivf drugs & mixture of hormones can sometimes kickstart the lady bits into working, Either way i'm not bothered, i'm quite possibly the happiest man alive right now. & I hope to a god that never changes.
The scan clearly shows a heartbeat & it wouldn't stay still long enough to take a picture.
In the tradition of giving things names (Eggburt, Nemo) we calling it Wiggle, although I prefer Cleetus the Foetus

#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?

#25 Frosties ...... They're Grrrrrreat!

25th March 2013
I originally started writing this at 3am while sat sucking on ice, because my mouth felt like i'd been chewing on a brick, I really ought to see someone about my teeth grinding. but who, seeing as I hate dentists with a passion. But anyway, I deleted what I started because it didn't make a great deal of sense.
Also, a lot of it was composed on my phone while sat on a bus, so I can imagine that it's still doesn't make much sense. I'm also in a better mood than I have been all day, so you may notice, most of what I've written is a bit doom & gloom, interspersed with silly bits (I'm not manic/depressive or anything)

It's fair to say our journey has been full of ups & downs throughout, & today alone we've relived them all.
I don't think either of us got a great deal of sleep last night, I'm not entirely sure if it's down to excitement or nervousness. Which ever it was, it already set my day off on a downer... It doesn't take much, believe me. All I can say is thank The Lord for caffeine!
Being a glass half empty kinda guy & always expecting the worse. I'd been dreading the call from the clinic all morning, the call that should say "the embryo has thawed ok, come & have it stuck in ya" (maybe it'd be worded better with them being professionals & all that) But I had a feeling this wasn't going to be the case at all, & when the call came in at 11.30, my suspicions were confirmed. The thaw was unsuccessful. To say I was gutted would be an understatement.
Me, being me, I stormed off & decided not to acknowledge it & continue cleaning the kitchen.
(yeah, you read that right, I am a man that cleans the house)
The embryologist wanted to thaw both the remaining just to improve the chances of survival. But that news really didn't do anything to improve my mood, I was already set to strike this part of the journey off as just another failure.
What's the best thing to do when your fast approaching the time to leave the house to go to the clinic? Take off your clothes & get in the shower. As I've previously stated in older posts that we're masters at cutting things fine, we don't do early (or at least not very often) & we seem to thrive on the chaos of trying to get their on time.
The whole journey to the clinic was a long silent one, I couldn't even make the effort to get angry at Bruno Mars on the radio (I hate Bruno Mars more than I hate dentists & needles combined, & don't get me started on dentist WITH needles) but bizarrely enough, considering the shower episode, we were still going to be there early. & therefore had time to stop for food, Which was the only time we spoke throughout the whole journey, well when I say 'spoke' it was only yes's & no's. Anyway we're still early ... Dammit
Sitting in the waiting is normally quite a pleasant experience because overtone is quite friendly & smiling, but today was like waiting for a death sentence & the news that embies 2 & 3 hadn't survived either. By the time we were shown to our private recuperation room, I had a change of heart & opted to stop being a dick & just hugged Libby. The healing power of a hug is the best drug ever #fact!
As usual the nurses were being very attentive, making sure we're ok & if we need anything
The I get asked the hardest question, do we want both embryos placing & if we decide to use both, we need to understand we're doubling the chance of success, & risking multiple births (& here's the punch line) doubling the risk of another ectopic pregnancy. I'm shit at making any kind of decision, let alone one of this kind of magnitude! Aaaaarghhhhh brain meltdown! To make it harder, Libby looked at me to answer. I knew that she had already chose what to do, but wanted me to say the words. So here's the dilemma: if we use one frostie & if fails, we'll always think 'what if we'd used two, it might have worked' & if we use both& we get hit with another ectopic, I'll be of the mindset 'what if we'd used one, would it have worked out ok?'
I chose both
And here they are. I've named one of them Tony (the tiger, from the Kellogg's Frosties cereal) & the other is yet to be named (answers on a postcard...)

Now I'm praying to a god that I don't believe in, failing that, will someone beat some positivity into me?
I'm now gonna step away from this blog for a couple of months, just until I know everything is ok with my wife & kid(s?) & I don't want to jinx things by announcing any pregnancy too early.
Also if it's not alright, well I'll face that bridge when we come to it

Thanks for reading & I'll be back soon
Paul

Not really a blog post, more of a public information broadcast

22nd March 2013
Thankfully, my mind has switched off from over analyzing every little detail, So I thought i'd do something productive with my time.
Here's some really good webpages for help & advice, or just somewhere to go to vent your spleen

Infertility Support UK: www.facebook.com/groups/125220884314261/
A lovely group of ladies who are all at various stages of treatment, I'm the only bloke there. But i've been made to feel very welcome

IVF Cause UK: www.facebook.com/IvfCause?fref=ts
Lots of good info posted most days. Moderated by the lovely Donna

Infertility Sucks: www.facebook.com/Infertility2012
Some really good questions asked & answered

IVF: www.facebook.com/pages/ivf/127102485433?fref=ts
A friendly community for people to share their experiences and problems with other members

IVF Divas: www.facebook.com/IVFDivas?fref=ts
3 girls at 3 stages of Infertility (Testing / IVF Treatment & IVF Survivor) representing the Infertile & TTC, community, campaigning for awareness, social sensitivity, equality and support.

Fertility Friends: www.fertilityfriends.co.uk

Care Fertility: www.carefertility.com/

I'll probably add more when I remember them

#24 Always look on the bright side of life.... You just have to find it first, & if you don't find it, Make your own

20th March 2013

I'm really struggling to find any positivity in our journey today, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to shake my doubts & fears, & the whole farse at work over the last few days really hasn't helped in the slightest.
In the end, I thought it wise to speak to my area union rep, (even though i'm not actually in the union) just for a bit of advice on what I should do & maybe weigh up the consequences of my actions if I didn't show up for work. Surprisingly he was really understanding, having actually been through it himself.
I explained my plan to sit down with my manager & explain what it means to me to be there & try & not lose my cool again, But he had a better plan & wanted to speak to my manager himself. The next thing I know is, the sound of raised voices & slamming doors (oops) I do know what was said, but I don't think I can go into too much detail just incase there is any of the powers that be within Royal Mail reading this.
Anyhoo, It's now sorted & I've got the day off, I just hope to a god that we don't need many more appointments.
So that's that problem solved I really need to stop being a sour face

Normally under any kind of normal circumstance i'd avoid watching any TV programming about babies & birth such as 'One Born Every Minute' on Channel4, But tonight the BBC are running a night of baby programs. Like an idiot I thought it might do me good to watch it. I assumed the happiness of people might rub off on me & improve my outlook on the subject. Did it work? ...NO! & i'm not surprised really, I have no idea why i thought that it would do.
I think I managed around half an hour before I had to turn off. I found myself getting angry & frustrated at the couples who were successful. But what really hit me hard, there was a girl who had gone for a scan & found no heartbeat, it turns out the baby had died at 11 week & her body didn't know she had miscarried. that hit me like a ton of bricks & then all I could think about was (our previous losses) Eggbert & Nemo. Time for a shower me thinks
Quite possibly the longest, most therapeutic shower of my life. I found myself repeating to myself  "I'm washing away my negativity" ....Yes I think I've finally lost the plot


21st March 2013

It appears my crazy shower idea has worked, I feel a bit more human today. & life seems a little TOO normal, but I'm not complaining