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On 495 on the road to Shady Grove, the morning after
"Blizzard #1" |
Let me begin this post by warning you this is going to be highly technical and contain lots of acronyms.
Our first foray into the world of
ART (assisted reproductive technology) began with a cycle of in vitro fertilization (or
IVF). Specifically the procedure we were having was
IVF with
ICSI, or intracytoplasmic sperm injection. In layman's terms, Lisa was going to try and grow as many eggs as possible, they would be retrieved in a minor surgical procedure, and then these eggs would be injected with one of my sperm. We were making a "test tube baby", as people referred to this procedure during the late 1970s - early 1980s when doctors began performing it.
We were told by our Shady Grove nurse, Pam, to expect a lot of stress during the process. Surveys and studies on
ART patients showed stress levels nearly to that of families going through cancer treatments. I'm not sure I would go as far as that, but I can tell you that
CYCLE 1 was definitely one of the most stressful times in my life (not counting our current situation). I'll spare you the details on the cost of
ART, but anyone considering such a procedure should know that it costs a lot. I'd say an obscene amount, but the truth is, you can't put a price on having a child. If they told me it'd cost a million dollars, I still would have done everything I could to find it.
The cycle began with Lisa taking a few different fertility hormones (shots I administered nightly), making more than the normal one or two follicles grow, and prevent the body from ovulating. This required office visits and sonograms to monitor follicle growth every two to three days throughout the cycle. Most cycles go from ten to fourteen days; ours went 18. That alone wasn't a big deal, but our fertility medicine was filled by a wonderful company out of Boston, which means it was delivered via Fed Ex. Again, alone that wasn't a big deal, but we were refilling prescriptions every few days because our cycle was so long, and we were frequently increasing the doses.
Trying to get Fed Ex deliveries through the snowiest winter in the history of the DC/MD/VA area was not easy. On more than one occasion, I was intercepting delivery or picking packages up at the local hub because the trucks couldn't get into the neighborhoods. We were also driving to Annandale every two days in snow, and during the morning after the first of two major blizzards, we had to drive from Fredericksburg to Shady Grove, Maryland. Eight hours in the car for a 20 minute appointment; seems crazy, but if we skipped it, we could have lost the whole cycle.
When the follicles were finally grown to the correct size, we went to Shady Grove for the retrieval. My Valentine's day present to my wife was the "trigger shot", the culminating shot of HCG (human chroionic gonadotropin) that signals an end of the cycle and "encourages" the eggs to mature for retrieval. We had fourteen eggs at the retrieval, but learned later that day that only two of them were mature and were able to be fertilized. Not good odds.
Despite the odds, both eggs grew normally, and were transferred three days later. Then came an agonizing two week wait to find out if the fertilized eggs attached to the uterus and began to grow. Lisa felt some early symptoms of pregnancy, and we cheated and took about 10 home pregnancy tests before our official blood test. I found out on my 34th birthday that we were in fact pregnant. To ensure the pregnancy is continuing normally, Shady Grove measures a pregnant woman's HCG every two days for the first week. The levels should double every two to three days. Lisa's first reading was high, but her second and third did not double. They grew, but not at the preferred rate. Even more stress.
Two weeks later we went in for our first sonogram, and found one pregnancy sac and a developing embryo. We didn't see a heartbeat, but it wasn't uncommon not to see one that early. By the 5th or 6th week in normal pregnancies, you should see a heartbeat (although they aren't always detectable that early). Unfortunately, we did not see one at the end of the 6th week, and Dr. Saffan delivered the bad news: things didn't look promising and if there was no growth by the next week we didn't have a viable pregnancy. A week later, nothing had changed, and we were informed our embryo had stopped developing. The day after Lisa's 36th birthday, we had a D&C. It was an incredible roller coaster of emotions, and by this point we were both crushed but determined to try again.
Cycle 1 ended without success. While we mourned over the loss, we grew closer together as a couple and resolved to do whatever was necessary to have our family. It took us a few months to recover (both physically and mentally), and we received a tremendous amount of support from our friends and loved ones. Dr. Saffan was incredibly comforting and encouraging. He said they had learned a lot from our first cycle, and he was confident we were able to have a baby. We did not give up, and prepared ourselves to try again in September of 2010.