My fertility journey
I met my future husband in 2009. He was a widower & raised a 12-year-old daughter. After some time, I began to treat my adopted daughter as my own. I completely focused on her upbringing & tried to give her motherly love & care, which she lost at the tender age of five, following the death of her mother. I was 29 years old & living in the UK, where many women think about having children after 30, so I took birth control & didn’t think about pregnancy.
Time passed, my daughter grew up, my biological clock was ticking … After a couple of years, my husband & I thought about having a child. My husband treated this philosophically: let nature itself decide for us, there is no need to rush or pressure ourselves. I had never had problems with women’s health before, so initially I shared this approach. I had no doubts that everything would work out! However, as time passed nature was slow to respond, & gradually it became clear that something wasn’t quite right.
In the UK, couples are eligible for limited free fertility support. I made three attempts at insemination (IUI or IUI — intrauterine insemination), but they did not lead to anything. By this time, discord began in the family. My step-daughter entered a difficult adolescence. My husband, tired of the constant difficulties with his daughter, suddenly abruptly changed his mind & said that "if it doesn’t work out, then it’s not necessary, I’m not ready to go through all this again with the second child,". This hurt me deeply. After a long period of quarrels & constant showdowns, I left.
After six months of a separate life, we got back together. My husband has pondered on the situation & realised he wanted this child just as much as I did.
By law in the UK, only couples without children have the right to free IVF (not our case), so we tuned in to private clinics. If only at that moment I had the experience that I have now! I would have done everything differently, chosen a different clinic & found a different doctor! But then I had no idea what to focus on & how to approach the process. Today I know how important it is to make the right choice, & with my clients I study this topic very carefully.
The clinic we chose specialized in tests. Everything had to be tested in great detail, special attention was paid to the so-called ‘immune factors of infertility'. I will talk about this in more detail later, but looking ahead, I note that today most of the medical community does not find confirmation of the need for such tests. Nine years ago, I did not know about this & was led to believe in their necessity. The tests showed not very good results, & I was prescribed a course of very expensive injections & intralipid drips (I will also talk about this later).
I began treatment with great enthusiasm. Unfortunately, the end of the course was overshadowed by a difficult event. My mother, the person most dear to me, passed away. The world collapsed, and the pain of loss made it impossible to focus on pregnancy. I found the strength to enter the protocol only after two months, but I clearly rushed things.
ATTEMPT #1.
2014, aged 35.
ICSI protocol. 8 eggs, 5 — fertilized, only two embryos turned out, transfer on the 5th day.
Result: span.
After receiving a negative result, I realized that this clinic was not for me & turned to another one.
ATTEMPT #2.
2015, 35 years.
ICSI protocol. 6 eggs, 5 fertilized, 3 survived to the 5th day. Transfer of 2 embryos. We decided to freeze the third embryo.
Result: span.
After the second attempt, I plunged into depression, faith in medicine & in my own body quickly melted away. I realized that I needed to take a break, the death of my mother & two unsuccessful attempts crippled me greatly. I devoted several months to refilling my source: yoga, healthy eating, fasting, vitamins, acupuncture. All this had a significant effect, I physically felt my strength & energy had increased. All hormone levels returned to normal, immune problems were a thing of the past, & I felt that I was ready to think about motherhood again. A frozen embryo was waiting at the clinic (her husband jokingly called it Picard, after the name of the French frozen food brand).
ATTEMPT #3.
YEAR. 36 years. Frozen embryo transfer in natural cycle.
Result: pregnancy!
I was sure that this time everything would work out. Throughout the pregnancy, a smile reigned on my face, I felt joyous & continued to play sports. My husband & I went on a trip & were in seventh heaven!
My pregnancy ended at 22 weeks due to medical reasons. August 5, 2017 was the darkest day of my life. We had lost the baby we were waiting for & had wanted so much. We already felt his movements, talked to him, made plans… but fate decreed otherwise. We named our son Victor, & I will always remember & love him. When Nikolai grows up, I will definitely tell him about his older brother.
However, August 5 was only the beginning of a nightmare that continued for several more months. Three purges, sad endometrium, uterine rupture. I came out of this horror in severe depression & with the Mirena coil, which was fitted for me so that my uterus would not stick together.
Memories of those days are still painful. I don’t remember how I lived. Constant exhausting internal monologues "well, why? for what?! why exactly my child?!" seemed to drive me crazy. Combined with frustrating attempts to understand what to do next.
Then came a strange period of emotional rollercoaster. There were days when I felt a feverish energy & a desire to get pregnant again as soon as possible so that I could forget for a minute about my loss. But then a sticky depression enveloped me, & just the sight of a pregnant woman on the street could provoke a tantrum. It ended when I went through all the stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, & acceptance. My husband supported me very much, but he went through these stages faster & because of this, at some points there were difficulties in the relationship. "I understand that you are suffering. But maybe it’s time to turn the page already?". How painfully his words hurt me! I owe much to to my father & sister, without them I would not have made it. They helped me literally rise from the ashes.
ATTEMPT #4.
2016 37 years.
ICSI protocol.
3 eggs taken, 2 embryos turned out, transfer of both embryos on the 5th day.
Result: span.
ATTEMPT #5.
2017. 37 years.
EXI protocol.
5 eggs, 2 eggs fertilized. 1 embryo left, transfer on day 5
Result: pregnancy.
For a period of 6 weeks, all patients of reproductive clinics undergo ultrasound. I am lying on the couch, the doctor runs the device over my stomach & does not hear anything. There is no heartbeat. Miscarriage at 8 weeks.
This loss was not experienced as acutely as the loss of Victor, but the emotional state was very difficult. It became difficult for me to communicate even with very close friends with children, & I simply could not see pregnant women.
ATTEMPT #6
2017, 37 years.
ICSI protocol.
The doctor continued to recommend only strong doses of stimulation, despite my cautious objections. The authority of the doctor outweighed, & I entered the protocol. But when I administering injections, I knew that if I received a negative result, I would change the clinic. I felt that such stimulation was not suitable for my body & my reduced ovarian reserve. In this cycle, only two eggs were taken from me & the embryos did not survive until the 5th day of transfer. For me, the issue was closed & I changed the clinic without regrets.
ATTEMPT #7
2017, 38 years.
5 eggs, 5 embryos, PGD embryos.
Result: Due to preimplatation genetic diagnostics, all embryos were frozen.
The result of PGD: 2 normal embryos, 2 -abnormal, 1 -mosaic (I will also talk about PGD separately).
It was my birthday. This time, for some reason, I was confident in my abilities! We went in the direction of "soft" stimulation, it was also EXI, with PIXI (I'll talk about this in more detail later). It would seem that we are at the finish line. There are two good embryos (I have two children in my head). It’s just a matter of moving! But then physical wounds made themselves felt. For a YEAR, I couldn’t transfer embryos because I didn’t have an endometrium growing. I tried transfers in the natural cycle, hormonal transfers.
Leeches, oxygen, physiotherapy, even massage of the Mayan tribes were use! I learned what acupuncture & reflexology are & what raspberry leaf tea, sage, beets, nettles, Chinese herbs taste like. I tried injections of stem cells into the uterus, lymphatic massage… In other words, I tested all available scientific, folk & even magical methods. The result of the effort is the cherished 6 mm of endometrium, the minimum needed.
ATTEMPT # 8.
YEAR. 38 years old.
8th protocol, transfer of frozen embryo (NORMAL) in the natural cycle.
Result: pregnancy.
HCG began to grow rapidly, but since I no longer believed in a happy pregnancy, I obsessively checked the HCG levels. After a week and a half, it began to fall actively. Miscarriage.
But I couldn’t stop.
I had another hysteroscopy to check scars on the endometrium & uterus, & special tests that are only popular in Greece. I treated everything possible with prescribed antibiotics, did LIT therapy (white bodies from my husband’s blood were extracted, and they were put in my hands).
ATTEMPT # 9.
YEAR, August. 38 years.
I decided to do a "soft" protocol to get regular embryos whilst I prepared to transfer the genetically tested frozen one. To be honest, this protocol was more of a "cry for help", a rush of accumulated adrenaline, I was already just walking along the knurled one, because I could not stop.
Result: no eggs in this cycle.
The last failure became a tub of cold water, & I finally said to myself: "That's it, Yulia, STOP."
On my birthday, my husband woke me up with the words "congratulations, darling!" & my heart dropped. 39 years. For me, it was like a milestone beyond which it seemed, I would have to come to terms with the fact that in my life there would never be the joy of motherhood.
My husband, who was always against donor eggs & adopted children, suddenly said to me that day: "Don't be sad, my love, nothing will stop us from being parents. Let’s think about adoption." It is difficult to convey what those words meant to me. I saw that the path travelled changed not only me, but also him.
ATTEMPT #10.
I am exactly 39 years old. Transfer of my last normal frozen embryo.
Result: pregnancy.
By this point, I had already forgotten what it means to enjoy two stripes. In a world of bad news, you quickly forget that there is good news somewhere.
At six weeks, on the day of my first screening at the fertility clinic, I started bleeding heavily. Everything inside broke off, Lord, really again?! I went to the clinic in a taxi & sobbed into the phone, talking to my sister. "This time," I said, "this is it! If nothing happens, then I give up, there is no more strength within me!
Ultrasound showed a strong heartbeat.
Diagnosis: retrochial hematoma.
Bleeding continued until the 20th week of pregnancy. Until the 16th — there was a strong toxicosis. From the 17th week, my cervix was sewn up. I laid in bed for the remaining 4.5 months of pregnancy.
After nine years of struggling with infertility, Nicholas was born, named after Nicholas the Wonderworker.
P. S. I had the 11th protocol, mosaic embryo transfer. I hoped that everything would grow together, & our son would have a brother or sister, but this did not happen.