Friday, March 29, 2013

Love Makes a Baby

Huggies commercial
Nexus 10 commerical

Lately I've really been struggling with the fact that we have to make our baby in THE most painful way possible. Physically, emotionally, mentally- there is nothing that is not challenging in this process. I'm envious of those with surprise babies created after a carefree moment together, and those who wake up and think, "Hmm maybe I should take a test today?" I can't stand to watch the newest Huggies commercial with the woman who gets a positive test and celebrates with her husband, and I cry over the new Nexus 10 commercial with the growing family. Everywhere I turn I see couples with infants, and families, and my heart hurts and wonders if that will ever be us.

Then a dear friend sent me a link to another blog and my whole way of thinking was suddenly challenged. It became clear to me that our baby would actually be created in MORE love than a baby who is created in a moment of intimacy. That really struck a chord in my heart.

Our love is not just contained in a bedroom. Our love has gone so much further than that. Our love is at every doctor appointment. In every poke of a needle. In every blood test. In every ultrasound. In every test result. And in every side effect. Our love is evident in every phone call: between California and China; between us, nurses, and doctors; and in late night calls to the on-call emergency number. Our love is there in my emotional breakdowns and Matt holding me, when he cares for me because I'm sick from a procedure or medications, and when we dream about our future with hope and faith. We have to show a whole lot more love to make this baby than most people!

Infertility is tough on a marriage but the challenges we have faced have brought us closer together, and we are more in love than ever. We discuss things that most couples never have to think of. We make huge decisions together. We support one another.

I am so thankful for Matt as he allows me to cry on his shoulder, props me up when I am feeling pessimistic, and cheers me up when I am having a bad day. All of the challenges of infertility have grown the love in our marriage. And the love and commitment we've shown to one another will someday make our baby.

I've just begun another series of injections as we prepare to transfer (hopefully) two of our babies in mid-April. I currently have injections every Tuesday and Friday but soon we will add a daily injection, too. Matt has another trip to China coming up so I will be heading to Ventura to stay with my parents and my mom will continue my injections for me.

The love in creating our baby does not just include Matt and me, but includes the love of my entire family, and for that I am truly blessed. I still struggle with seeing things come so easily to others, but I now know that in the end it won't matter and I need only focus on our love.


Friday, March 22, 2013

My "Poke" Bin

My nephews call shots "pokes" and this is my Poke Bin:


It's overflowing and I think I need a bigger box. Or less pokes??? I've got my own small pharmacy going on over here!

My bin includes colored folders for bills (different ones for different rounds), procedure info, pharmacy info, and doctor office info. I also keep my syringes and needles in baggies by size. It's important that I have a way to quickly grab everything and go since I'm 6 hours away from my doctor, but I'm thinking there's a better way I could organize things...and for a girl who loves to organize, this is a challenge!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Retrievals, OHSS, and Embabies

I'd laugh at my last post if I knew I could do so without throwing up. Ugh. Let me catch you up on the last 10 days....

As planned on Saturday (March 9th), I arrived at my doctor's surgical suite free of fluids and food after a 12+ hour fast and nervously donned my open-backed gown, surgical slippers, and hair cap (I looked adorable, I'm sure). I laid on the table and nervously chatted with the nurse while she checked my blood pressure, started IV's, and monitored my stats. When the doctor was ready, I was sent off into a medical-induced slumber with thoughts of how this would all be worth it in the end. When I woke up, I remember seeing my doctor's face hovering over the bed and him telling me, "Staci, I have some bad news..." Wait, what? That's not what he's supposed to say. He continued to tell me that something went wrong with my trigger shot, so when he went into the follicle to retrieve the egg, there was no egg. Are you confused about what that means? Let's do a quick science lesson.

During IVF the RE (reproductive endocrinologist) takes complete control of a woman's cycle through the use of medications given by injections. These medications/hormones cause the follicles (the part that releases an egg during ovulation) to grow, and the larger they grow the more mature the egg will be that gets released. And the more mature the egg, the better the chance of a strong embryo. So in IVF the goal is to create as many large follicles as possible, at a steady rate, and then give a trigger shot to make the woman ovulate and have all those follicles release their eggs at once so they can be collected during the retrieval procedure.

It turns out that the medication in my trigger shot was bad (which we will be following up with the manufacturer about) so although we gave the time-specific injection correctly, I didn't ovulate. Thankfully, my RE only tried four follicles before stopping and conducting some tests to confirm what he suspected had happened, so we still had follicles left to try and retrieve at another time. My doctor said this is extremely rare and has only happened to one other patient of his. After going through the whole growing process, she only had one follicle to retrieve from. She lost her whole round of IVF due to faulty meds in her trigger shot. It broke my heart to hear that story but reminded me to be thankful of my blessings.

The nurse drew up a new syringe for me and sent me home with instructions for a new trigger shot and surgery time. When the time came, we prepped, injected, and then... the syringe broke and the medicine started leaking out. At this point, I lost it. Really!? What else could go wrong?! This whole cycle felt like it was falling apart at every turn. I was bruised from so many shots, couldn't breathe due to being so bloated with large follicles, exhausted, sore, and heavy-hearted from the whole process. I didn't know how much more I could handle and I desperately wished I could just have a baby like everyone else. While I was bawling my eyes out in my daddy's arms, my mom was quickly trying to salvage any meds left in the syringe and inject them with a new one. Matt was on the phone with our doctor (at 11pm) trying to figure out how to get me enough meds so that this salvage attempt could now be salvaged. Thankfully I had saved my remaining trigger shot from December and brought it with me so we were able to use that to make up for the lost amount and complete the injection. The next day I went to the doctor and demanded they do some tests to confirm I had ovulated and it would work after all the chaos. There was just no way my heart could handle waking up and hearing bad news again. With confirmation, we headed back on Monday (the 11th) for another try at retrieval. I was extremely anxious that there would be any eggs left after all the disasters we had faced, and nervously drifted off to sleep on the table. This time when I woke, we were greeted with good news that our RE had been able to get 22 eggs, and we were packed up and sent home to recover.

My last recovery consisted of a lot of rest, some pain, and minimal nausea. This recovery has been nothing like that. The first day consisted of the trifecta of constipation, diarrhea, and vomiting, and it's only gotten worse from there. There's been days of endless nausea, and nights of throwing up every hour. Have you ever thrown up so hard that you've peed your pants? Yeah that's happened. More than once. I have anti-nausea and pain meds but the trick is being able to keep them down. There's been days that I'm so miserable I can barely register what's going on around me or what's on tv. I can't breathe if I lay down (not to mention the pain of getting up causes more vomiting) so I have to sleep sitting up on the couch, which doesn't account for much sleep, and means a lot of neck aches. My whole body is exhausted from lack of sleep, exertion of vomiting, and overall misery. There's been times I feel panic attacks coming on at the fear of never feeling better or like myself again. I'm currently still in pain- barely managed to not vomit last night- and have windows where at least my mind is clear even if my body is not. My doctor suspects at least another 3-4 days before I start to feel better so I'm trying to hang in there. Why am I so sick? Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome (OHSS: read more here and here). I am right on the edge between moderate and severe, and my doctor has told me he'll admit me to the hospital if I show even one more symptom of severe OHSS. I really don't want to have to do that though!

The light at the end of the tunnel is that through all this, our 22 embryo babies created on the 11th have become 11 frozen embryo babies as of the 17th. Last time we started with 18 embabies and ended with 4, so this round went a lot better in the sense of its end goal. The whole process of this round began on February 10th, today is March 18th, and transfer can't happen until April or maybe even May. To say the path of IVF requires endurance is an understatement! And while I know it's true, if I hear even one more person say, "But it will all be worth it in the end!" (with a big smile on their face, as the cherry on top) I am- absolutely- going to scream. Please step into my shoes over these (almost) 40 days and then tell me how you feel.

Matt has been my knight in shining armor through this all. He has done everything possible to try and make me more comfortable, take care of me, and nurse me back to health. He's done the cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, and driving. He's made late night runs for medicine and saltines, been in touch with our doctor, taken care of any calls and messages for me, and taken care of Hunter. He's fetched buckets, cold wash clothes, and tissues. When we had to head back north (so he could go back to work this week) he packed all our things and put them in the car (which was a lot as I was in Ventura for 3 weeks and he arrived from China) and then unpacked everything when we got home. He's slept on the couch with me as well as sat up all night rubbing my back as I was bent over a bucket. He has been incredible through all this, and as embarrassing as this all can be, never once has he done anything but love me and care for me in the most gentle way. My husband is a true blessing and I could never fully express my true appreciation for him!

Besides from the love of Matt, I am so thankful for Matt's sister, Ashley, who sent me beautiful flowers, and my Auntie Den who brought me a care package of Smart Water, treats, and relaxing music. My parents also lovingly hosted us, fed us, and helped me while Matt was in China. My mom did almost all my shots this round, and there were several who offered to bring us anything if needed (my sister, Auntie Den, Matt's parents, and a few FB friends)- thank you!

As you can see through all this, IVF is no easy path. So many people think it's "just making a baby" and really don't know what it means to the heart, body, or mind of the woman and couple going through it. It is so easy to feel alone and like no one cares about your struggle because what's challenging to you comes so easy to others, and that's what makes the support of friends and family so needed. Thank you for all your love and care, and please continue to pray for my recovery and our future babies.

Love,
Staci


As if all this isn't embarrassing enough, here's a picture of what OHSS bloating looks like (after retrieval the follicles release a lot of fluid into the abdomen which can press up into the diaphragm and make it hard to breathe, as well as move, and is extremely painful):
The painful irony of going through infertility treatments and looking like you're pregnant

Thursday, March 7, 2013

One Day At A Time

The last two weeks I've been faithfully taking my 3 shots per day (sometimes more), administered by my awesome momma, and seeing my RE (Reproductive Endocrinology) doctor every other day for blood work and ultrasounds. My belly and arms are now full of bruises and I'm officially looking like the poster-child of IVF. If only I could get reimbursed for such fine advertising! ;) 

This morning I headed back to my RE for my final ultrasound and blood work before my retrieval Saturday morning. Everything looks great and he anticipates about 20 eggs to harvest, but only time will tell if they're good quality and therefore what the quality of our embabies (this is what I call our embryo babies) will be. My estrogen is currently at 8,500 (typically women are at 25-75 and then increase to 200-300 during a period) so as you can tell, this is an EXTREMELY high number. With pregnancy, this number only increases, and the more it increases the more it puts my own health in jeopardy. Severe OHSS (ovarian hyperstimulation syndrome) can actually be life-threatening so my doctor is taking a very cautious approach and suggesting we freeze these babies, wait a month, and then do a transfer. This will give my hormones a chance to level out and get me out of the severe OHSS danger zone. I guess I'm okay with this but it's still frustrating to have to push this out even longer. And then there's always the big "what if" hanging in my head about how much further this infertility road can go and how long it will take. One day at a time though. One day at a time.

So this Saturday I'll head in at 9:30am and the surgery will start at 10:15am. I'll be home later that afternoon to rest in bed, and for about the next week I'll either be laying in bed or on the couch. Matt flies out Sunday night and my parents leave Monday so if anyone would like to sign up to bring me dinner, walk my dog, or have a pajama date please be sure to let me know! :) My plan is to catch up with Downton Abbey, and watch several seasons of Chuck and Big Bang Theory. I'll throw in some other movies and perhaps a few books too. I read six books last week so I'll have to find a few more- maybe on my iPad!

When it comes to IVF, anything can change, but we should know for sure after the retrieval Saturday if we'll be doing the transfer this next week or next month. Being a planner, my brain goes into hyperdrive to plan out all the situations that could occur and how I should be ready for them all but that's when I have to remind myself...one day at a time! And, sometimes, one moment at a time. :)

Saturday, March 2, 2013

IVF Update

This round has had a long, slow start but we're finally ramping up and getting close(r) to the end. After our last round we had two embryos frozen but their quality wasn't very good and our doctor advised us that if we ever wanted to have more than one child naturally, then we needed to do another retrieval. If we used our frozen embryos, and if they took, then by the time I could do another retrieval (after having the baby and recovering), my eggs would be so bad that there wouldn't be a chance of using them. That's hard to hear when you're not even 30. So I cried a bit, we talked a lot, and then we moved forward with plans. I gave notice to my job, ordered LOTS of meds, and made plans to stay down south for the main portion of appointments and procedures.

Last Sunday I drove down to my parents house, where I'm staying until my doctor is done with me...which could be anywhere from 2-4 weeks, maybe longer. Matt is in China so my mom has been giving me my three shots per day and taking care of me. Yay for moms!!! Our retrieval date is tentatively scheduled for Friday the 8th and the transfer date is tentatively schedule for Wednesday the 13th. My parents leave for vacation on the 11th so I'll be fending for myself (and Hunter) a few days until Matt can get here. After the transfer I have to stay in bed- laying down- for 3 days, so Matt will have his hands full taking care of Hunter and me for a few days until he has to go back north again. After that I'm on my own again and waiting to see about any other doctor appointments I need to stay nearby for.

So those are the basics! Please let me know if you have further questions, and I'd really appreciate your prayers throughout the next two weeks and especially on our important procedure dates!

Much Thanks, Hugs, and Love,
Staci

Saturday, February 23, 2013

From the (Often) Silent Point of View


**This is an aside from the usual blog. I recently read an article and my heart felt required to respond and share a viewpoint that is not often heard. I'll be returning to our regular blogging in the future. :)  Love, Staci**

TXBlue08 (“Blue”) shared an essay on CNN iReport titled “Why I Raise My Children Without God”  (http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-910282). Please read the original post before continuing. 


Shock, sadness, and frustration were my initial emotions in response to reading this essay. I grew up in the church, but upon leaving for college I decided to venture out on my own and see if my beliefs were because of what I was raised with or because I found them to be true. I studied, spoke with many people, observed others, and in the end, I concluded that God is real. I finally understood that it is impossible to see God accurately reflected in humans- we are too full of errors and fault. God is greater than just a reflection of nature- He wants for so much more from us than just our appreciation of creation. And we actually belittle Him by thinking he is simply a “big guy in the sky”- He desires a personal relationship with each one of us.

I was shocked that someone would share such strong beliefs against God without any quoted research to base them on (“research” simply meaning knowing what the Bible says, which is what Christians base their beliefs on). I was saddened that someone would live so hopelessly and without faith in someone caring about them, wanting the best for them, and providing for them. And I was frustrated that there was no one speaking out in response. This bothered me, but then I realized that I was someone, and I could speak out from a viewpoint that is no longer often heard. I will be breaking down my response in reply to each one of Blue’s seven statements.

God is a bad parent and role model
Immediately, this statement touched me. Many believers struggle with seeing God as a father figure because they have had such poor relationships with their own fathers, and yet through studying the Bible, they find that God is a perfect father and a model for our fathers to follow (although if they follow or not is up to them). In 2 Corinthians 6:18 God says He will be a father to us and many believers find great comfort in having God as their perfect Father! Many other verses in the Bible describe the way God provides for us  (1 Timothy 6:17), comforts us (Isaiah 49:13, 2 Corinthians1:4), and loves us  (1 Chronicles 16:34, John 3:16, Romans 5:5), just as a father does.
Many of these statements and my responses will revolve around this: God has given us free will and people will do with that what they want. Blue argues that a good parent will guide a child correctly and therefore the child will not make wrong choices, but I disagree. Any parent of a toddler will say that as a parent you can teach them and guide them and yet you still have to correct them when they make bad choices. Or a parent of a teenager could say that despite all the good guidance you have given them, there still comes a time when they step out on their own and make their own choices- and not all of those are good or wise or sound but it is out of the parent’s control. Blue also states that a good parent won’t “allow their children to inflict harm on others.” But if you talk to a loving parent, whose life has been devastated by a child who has decided on a life of crime or perhaps even taken the life of another, they would tell you otherwise. The choices of a child do not make a bad parent; likewise, the actions of people do not make God a bad parent or role model.

God is not logical
For years science has been searching for what makes some people choose crime. Is it something in their brain, chemical makeup, or past experiences that leads them to illegal actions? If science has spent so much time and resources searching for an answer, then it must mean that we understand there is some level of good and evil in this world, and thus fight to understand and prevent it.
There are many things in life that are beyond our understanding. We search for more information about our planet, space, and the universe. We desperately seek to know how it all works but even though we may not yet understand how, it does not mean that it cannot exist. Blue discusses the tragedy at Newtown, and I agree that it is our responsibility to fight for safety, justice, and resolution; however, it is not God’s fault those tragedies happen. Wars, death, poverty, greed- these are all attributes of evil and not of God. He does not advocate for these things or ask people to do them. In fact, if you have read the 10 Commandments you know He is strongly against them. There is evil in this world and we cannot force one another to believe or behave a certain way, and thus that is the meaning of free choice or free will.
Looking again at the tragedy of Newtown, Blue is correct when she states that we need to ask, “Why did we allow this to happen?” We. Not God. We have free will- the ability to make our own decisions and actions even if they go against what we have been taught or others believe. It is an individual’s own volition and actions that cause many tragedies, not God. Asking what happened, and why, provides us with the opportunity to evaluate and educate ourselves to hopefully prevent future events.

God is not fair
This point is one that believers and non-believers struggle to understand, but perhaps in different ways. One might ask, “why is LIFE not fair?” instead of “why is GOD not fair?”
Any parent will tell you that sometimes you tell your children “yes”, sometimes “no”, and sometimes “wait.” God replies to us in the same way. No matter what “silly” questions (or prayers, as Blue says) your children ask, you still love them and want the best for them. Many of us have tragedy in our life: the loss of a loved one, of our finances, or our sense of security. Yet in all our loss there is a bigger picture. We can learn the importance of family, of helping others, of finding cures, of managing our wealth, and of finding we are not alone. The power of a relationship with God is that He promises to offer us comfort in our most desperate times. In 1 Peter 5:7 we are invited to bring our concerns to Him because He cares about us. We can trust Him even through the things we do not understand. We can still feel His love holding us up when we may not have the strength to stand on our own. We can trust that He still loves us even if the answer is “no.” There is no guarantee life or other humans will never hurt us, but God promises to be by our side through it all and give us hope. Just like any good parent, God will be there to help us, support us, and love us through life and all its challenges.

God does not protect the innocent
Perhaps if this author understood that God is not evil, but that there is evil in this world, then she would see how so many of her points are linked together. How do we know God does not protect the innocent? What about the times He does protect them but we are unaware because our children are still safe and sound? And when our children are hurt, God is not sitting smug in the heavens. No, God is saddened by these things too; indeed, Psalms 56:8 says that God has a record of our tears. He is aware of our feelings because He cares about us.

God is not present
It is easy to see how someone who does not believe in God would not believe He is present because they have never felt the power of the Holy Spirit. That presence is practically impossible to explain, but imagine a whisper in your heart or a stirring of your conscience. How do you explain the feeling in your heart that tells you someone loves you? Or the way you know you can trust someone? In a way, God’s presence is the same. You feel His reassurance, see the blessings He provides, and trust His promises written in the Bible. Psalm 139 tells us that God knows when we sit, when we rise, He knows our thoughts and ways, and there is nowhere we can flee and not be in His presence. Whether we choose to follow Him or not, He makes Himself available to us at all times, it is just up to us to reach out (remember back to free will). As soon as you reach out to Him, you will know His presence.

God does not teach children to be good
God is not responsible for teaching our children to “be good” but instead He imparts wisdom to us as adults to facilitate that purpose. The Bible is full of admonitions to parents and children about honor (Exodus 20:12), wisdom (Proverbs 10:1), generosity (Proverbs 28:7), and respect (Leviticus 19:3). Part of raising our children responsibly is teaching them the difference between intrinsic motivation and extrinsic motivation. Character traits like honor, wisdom, generosity, and respect help teach intrinsic pride. Things such as prizes and bribes foster extrinsic pride. The Bible does not say to teach children to behave because “God’s watching” but because obedience brings happiness and prosperity (2 Chronicles 31:21) by doing what is right.

God teaches narcissism
According to dictionary.com, narcissism is defined as “inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity” and there is nothing in the Bible that says this is how God teaches us to behave. To the contrary, He says we should strive for “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control…let us not become conceited, provoking and envying one another” (Galatians 5:22-23, 26). If God is like a father, then of course He has a plan for us. Most parents want happiness, health, and success for their children. All (good) parents love their children, forgive them when they do wrong, and tell their children they are special to them. As mentioned before, just because someone is in pain or trial does not mean that God does not care or that that person is not special, but it reflects the evil in the world and how we do need God. Believing that God has a plan for my life, or that He loves me, makes me want to love others as much as He loves me.

Blue concludes her essay by asking for those that believe in God to hide their thoughts, beliefs, and feelings. She says that they do not have a place in public and they are simply a personal belonging. In fact, she compares a personal relationship to God as no more significant than a “toothbrush” or “pair of shoes.” This statement is extremely offensive to someone who believes in God! Would you ever tell someone that their relationship with their significant other should be kept private because it is as important as the bar of soap in your shower? Hopefully not!

Like Blue, I too want my future children to have the right to believe in what they choose. I understand that some people may not want to raise their children to believe in God, however, that decision should not be based simply on Blue’s seven statements. Her beliefs are hypocritical because she is forbidding my faith in God while exhibiting her faith against God. Too often I hear society say that they are accepting of others…except when it comes to Christianity. Society shouts that in today’s age it is inconceivable to be close-minded and offend another person’s way of life…unless that person is choosing religion. This needs to end!

I ask that people base their beliefs on knowledge. How can you say God is not real or present without knowing why some people believe He is? Or how can you say He’s narcissistic or teaches children to be bad if you know nothing of His character? Aside from, and even more important than knowledge, I would ask that people have the right to express their religious beliefs without fear of judgment or persecution. I will choose to raise my children to think on their own, seek wisdom, research, treat others with respect, practice grace and sensitivity for those different from them self, and always ask questions. I pray my children will grow up to make decisions based on the guidance I’ve provided, to lead the life they desire, and to form their beliefs on knowledge. I believe this is a method that can lead to a positive change in society instead of contributing to one where respect for others has been forgotten. 

Friday, February 8, 2013

Struggle & Support


Staying positive requires a good sense of humor  :)


WARNING: This post is very personal, and therefore, needs to be completely blunt as I’m learning to speak up in support of myself. Thank you! Xoxo, Staci


I've struggled with deciding on how to continue sharing about IVF. 

It was so painful last time to know that while I was dealing with the hardest moments of my life, and somehow managed to put it online for the world to see in hope of avoiding being asked painful questions, some of those closest to us were still unaware because they hadn't looked. It's easy for me- who's so wrapped up in the moment and heartache- to think that if they cared then they would check in, but I know that thoughts like that are completely unfair and unreasonable. After all, everyone else has their own daily lives to deal with, their own struggles, and checking my blog everyday isn't a priority. In my non-medicated/hormonal times of reason, I totally get it. But when my heart is breaking, being asked those questions (and knowing the questions come from not checking) makes the heartache even deeper. So I struggled with this next round and what to say. 

Do I keep it to myself and then still get asked the questions? Maybe I shouldn't have said anything in the first place and just dealt with all the negative talk behind my back about why I canceled plans, why I quit my job, why I didn't go to a child's birthday party. What's more painful- hiding it or showing it? 

Being told you're infertile, as either a man or a woman, is crushing. It shakes your very understanding of who you are- if I'm a woman then I am designed to create, carry, and nurture a baby...but if I can't even do that, then who am I? What am I worth? 

So when you're dealing with struggles about your worth on top of endless doctor appointments (which violate every shred of privacy you and your spouse had, aside from just yourself) and side effects of torturous medications, the last thing you want is to feel belittled, or guilty, or like a further failure than your body is already telling you that you are. So it’s crucial that you learn to support yourself, that you read books to learn and help cope, that you try and stay positive, and that you seek others to lean on when you feel like you’re on the edge of breaking. I’m also learning that it’s critical to educate others.

Research has shown that dealing with infertility is like dealing with a life-threatening illness. And I wonder, if you thought I was dying and having critical life-saving treatments, would you check in? Or is it easier to think, “It’s just making a baby. How hard can it be?” I know before I walked in these shoes, that that’s probably what I would have thought. Even though I watched my sister walk this path, I still didn’t get it. So how can I expect others to understand? The honest answer is that I can’t, and that’s okay.

So while I can’t ask for you to understand, I can ask for support, because I desperately need support. To those who are closest to us, please help us by educating yourselves- do a little reading (there’s endless books), Google “how to support someone during IVF”, or “what do I do after a friend has a miscarriage.” It’s okay to not know, but all you need to do is ask. To those who are on the sidelines cheering us on- thank you! That’s all we ask of you! Staying positive is hard work and your encouragement really helps.

That being said, I do feel like I need to help others know what doesn’t help. Some of the more painful things to hear are (and what someone going through IVF would likely reply):
-Just don’t think about it so much and it will happen [Would you tell someone remodeling his or her entire house to just “not think about it” and it would get done faster? I’m getting poked with needles multiple times per day, seeing my doctor every week (if not every day), and spending our savings on this…not to mention it’s my life’s dream. How easy do you think it is to “not think about it”?]

-You’re lucky. We would love to have some time without our kids! [You’re blessed to have children]

-If you wouldn’t get so stressed about it, maybe… [Not be stressed? My body is raging with hormones and I’m worried all this hard work will only tell me I’m still a failure at doing the one thing a body is supposed to do!]

-I know exactly how you feel. It took us two months to conceive! [It just took me two minutes to compose myself so I didn’t punch you in the face]

-I was hoping for a girl. [Be thankful for what you’ve been blessed with]

-This was an accident. I didn’t want to be pregnant during the summer! [Do you know what I would give just to be pregnant?!]

-I can just lay in bed with my husband and get pregnant! [Must be nice]

-Maybe God doesn’t want you to have children. [I pray everyday that if I’m not meant to have children that He would take this desire away but instead it only increases]

-Have you tried…? [To everything…YES!]

-Don’t worry, you can always adopt! [While I love adoption, would I be doing all this if adoption were our first goal????]

-I know at least three people who have had successful IVF! [Great! I know people become professional athletes but that doesn’t mean that I’ll become one]

Some things that are supportive during IVF are:
-Leaving a message via phone, text, or social media to tell her that you are thinking of her and care…with no expectation that she get back to you (because who knows what she’s going through right then, which is why you wanted to be supportive, right?)

-Sending “thinking of you” cards in the mail with an encouraging note

-Acknowledging that certain holidays (Christmas, Mother’s day, etc) can be hard, but doing so privately and without putting her on the spot

-Sending a positive infertility book or devotional with a simple note

-If you know she’s just undergone a major IVF step, or received devastating news, sending flowers is a thoughtful way to show her you care and honor the moment with her

-Simply saying, “We’re thinking of you,” “I’m praying for you,” “We love you,” or “Please let us know if there’s anything we can do.” Sending social media “hugs” is also a nice treat! (Saying more than these things is fine of course, too, keeping in mind the list above)

Now if you’re thinking, “Uh oh, I did one of the not-so-great things,” don’t worry. Don’t feel bad over what you didn’t know! Statistics say that 1 in 6 couples go through infertility, so please take this education with you as you help anyone else you know facing the same struggles I do!

All this being said (and WHEW was it a lot!), my plan with our next round is to keep it slightly more private. We will be repeating the last round but with a slightly different batch of medications/hormones and I will be staying close to our doctor for a large chunk of it. This will mean long distance for Matt and me, which will create a whole new need for support. :) Since you know much of what will be happening and how it works (from my posts last round), I will only be posting about major events (without much detail) and asking that you keep those in your thoughts and prayers. I’ve decided on this path after hearing from so many how helpful it’s been to know and learn alongside of us, and wanting to help others was much of the reason I decided to go public in the first place. So if you are facing or going through the same thing, please feel free to privately contact me and ask any questions, but keep in mind that the timing of my response will depend on where I’m at emotionally. I want to be an open book to you, but to self-preserve, I may need to take my time.

Lots of hugs and thanks to all!
Staci