My Saline Infused Ultrasound Fail

Today was supposed to be my SIS (Saline Infused Ultrasound). It’s a simple procedure where the doctor inserts a catheter into the uterus and fills the uterus with Saline. They also do a vaginal ultrasound at the same time so they can take a look at the uterus to check for polyps or fibroids or anything that could cause a fertility issue. The procedure should take just a few minutes and it’s relatively painless with the exception of some cramping.

That was not the case with me. The doc couldn’t get the catheter to stay in. So after several very painful attempts, he determined that it simply wasn’t working. Instead, I’ll have to do a hysteriscopy (a more invasive procedure performed under general anesthesia.

Times like this I try to contour up the faith that I have. Here I was anticipating the meds being the hardest part, but I can’t even get to that phase without experiencing these setbacks along the way.

“Trust the process, things are unfolding exactly as they need to to ensure my success…”is the mantra I repeat over and over again.

So for now I wait for the surgical center to contact me and schedule my hysteroscopy.

The journey continues… 


The Journey BeginsĀ 

Last week I went in to my fertility clinic to do a baseline ultrasound and blood work. Having done six IUIs previously this was a pretty routine for me so I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary.

I did my blood work, went to the examination room, plopped myself on the table and waited. The second my doctor walked in I new something was different.

He took a deep sigh, touched my arm and said, “you’ve done 6 IUIs now, 5 of which were well timed with the perfect follicle size and a great sperm count, and we haven’t been successful. It’s time to explore other methods. We need to talk about IVF”.

IVF – the three letters I’d been dreading. Immediately I saw an image of needles, and me being wheeled out of a room. IVF was not my birth plan, but he was right, it was something I needed to really think about and consider.

I went home, and started birth control (as part of the IVF protocol). I then started watching videos on the process, reading up on adoption as an alternative, and with my wife, we weighed the pros and cons of both options and reviewed our family finances. By the end of that weekend our decision was made. We set another appointment to see the doctor, and just a few days later, there we were in his office sitting across from him at his desk.

“We’ve made a decision,” I said, “IVF. Let’s do this”. We then spent the rest of the appointment asking questions about procedures, medications, stats, and timelines, and by the end of that session I felt nervous, excited, anxious, scared…but well informed and ready to begin.