Later that year, we were thrust into the crazy world of IVF- shots, meds, appointments, and an egg retrieval. They retrieved 16 eggs and fertilized 11. In the end, we were only able to freeze two. I overstimulated on the medication- a painful and dangerous risk of IVF. They put off the transfer until my body healed and my next cycle started.
My husband, Matt, and I have spent the last five years navigating several corners of infertility. After two IVF egg retrievals, seven transfers, five miscarriages, and help from a surrogate, we finally made it.
My story is still being written. I truly can’t even say at what point I am on in this journey, but I wanted to share my story, as unique as it is, in case that maybe, just maybe there is someone else out there who is looking for hope too.
For some reason, for as long as I can remember, I have felt a fear of being infertile. As a child I was fascinated by the movie "Dumbo" and according to my mom it was not only for that brave little elephant with big ears, but I especially felt connected to Dumbo’s mom. This beautiful Disney classic opens with all animals in the circus receiving their babies delivered by the storks, except for Dumbo’s mom. She and only she, stays childless and had to watch all her fellow elephants cuddle their little ones. How ironic that this same thing would happen to me later in life. But the movie doesn’t end there. Dumbo’s mom receives her wonderful baby through a special delivery a little later on in the story and thank god the same thing would also happen to me in my life later on.