The private hospital that we attended was quite a laid back affair, leather couches for you to sit and wait, it was completely different from the NHS clinics.
We saw the consultant, had a chat and she was happy to go ahead with ICSI and I would donate half of my eggs produced. But first we would have to see a councillor.
This is when things started to drag a bit as our first appointment was in the January and we didn’t start with the fertility meds until the August, this was because the clinic also had to find a match for my eggs.
After a lot of daily injections, ultrasounds we were finally ready and September we were booked in for egg retrieval.
This was horrible. It hurt so much and I feel for those that do this many times in their journey to have a baby. I was drugged up to the eyeballs and I still felt the pain.
But we had bigger issues. My husband got stage fright so to speak and could not product a sample. Things were getting worse he was panicking, he even cried, I was still away with the fairies and the clinic asked me to sign a form.
Well for all I knew I could have signed my death warrant, I was so out of it.
It was for a procedure to retrieve my husband’s sperm that cost over £4000 WTAF!!
Anyway he had the procedure and it didn’t work. By the time the clinic had finished with him the pain killers were wearing off and I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My eggs were frozen and my husband was sent away with…wait, you will wet yourself…a sanitary towel wrapped around his testes.
What a complete nightmare.
Two months later and we tried again. Same fertility meds to get my body ready, same checkups but no egg retrieval as we had 4 in the freezer and when my body was ready my husband had to just had a sample of his swimmers in while I still took the meds.
Sample was handed in with no troubles this time.
We had daily telephone calls to let us know the progress of the ICSI.
All four eggs had fertilized.
The next day we had a call telling us that one of the eggs hadn’t made it but we still had 3 very healthy looking eggs and they were doing what they should.
By the time we due to have the egg transfer we still had 3 healthy looking embryos and the next day we had 2 of those placed into my womb and hoped for the best.
This was a couple of days before Christmas, we were both nervous and excited, we may finally have a baby.
January 4th and my world collapsed again. My period came, I had to let the clinic know the outcome. I didn’t really even want to talk to them as the first experience and the problems we had, including the £4000 bill. It just seemed like there was no support at all, no one talked to us no one offered us counselling, it was a shambles.
We did finally get told that the £4000 would not have to be paid, but we never asked why and they seemed a bit cagey.
Our dream was shattered at this point and decided we would not do this again.
I was 3 months off 35 and so we gave up on fertility help and just hoped and prayed that one day we would be blessed.
There was nothing much to report since the IVF, we have been trying naturally ever since. I am now 38 and we are still very much hoping that it will happen.
We are currently using the OvuSense machine to pin point ovulation and have my husband taking FertilAid for Men, at this time we are willing to try anything that has been recommended to us.