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.