Our IVF Journey
The gist of it is that I’ve had fibroids since 2015. At that time they were really tiny, so the gynaecologists said I didn’t have to do anything about them. These fibroids explained a lot – my heavy periods, painful cramps – but I endured the pain. It was only after a year and a half of seriously trying for a baby that I decided to go to another gynaecologist and she told me these fibroids had grown to the extent I needed a surgery.
I underwent an abdominal myomectomy, and during this, she also did a test to see if my fallopian tubes were unblocked. Long story short, they’re blocked and thus the only way to get pregnant is through IVF. We tried TCM as well, and the doctors valiantly gave it a shot at unblocking my tubes, but no dice so far.
The Beginning of IVF
Hence, after six months of recovering, I wanted to start our IVF journey pronto. Because we wanted to get government co-funding, this meant a visit to our polyclinic, where the doctor promptly told me more intercourse would solve my problems. Sure, I saw two gynaecologists who told me IVF was my only way out, but sure GP, I’ll listen. Anyway, after the referral, we had to do loads of tests and go for a counselling session before we could start the treatment.
But then we hit a snag. See, we were travelling in November, but they were cleaning the lab and it would be closed in December and January, unless we managed to get the timing right in January. We didn’t. In February, I called the clinic and they said no can do because of COVID-19. I will be honest. I legitimately bawled my eyes out when they told me this, and even considered going private instead. I was talked off the metaphorical ledge by my husband and we decided to continue with TCM and try IVF in March.
Starting IVf Treatments
Thank God they allowed me to do it in March, albeit with rigorous controls – we had to sign an acknowledgement form that we had not travelled anywhere in the last 14 days every time we went. Also, they took our temperature via an infrared camera thing. We had to have two stickers on our sleeves at all times, otherwise we’d have to redo the declarations.
The first step of our actual IVF journey was to have my womb examined, and the lining recorded. Next, they administered the medicines (in syringes) and gave me a schedule of when I was supposed to inject myself. I usually tried to do it around 8 – 9am in the morning. The side effects weren’t super bad – the first jab Orgalutran often hurt for about 20 minutes and Gonal-F made me tired a lot. I was moody, but regular period moody (I checked with my husband on this).
I also took TCM meds during this time and went for acupuncture as well – my friend thought I was nuts for wanting to stick MORE needles into me. We got nine follicles, and four eggs. Of these, two became blastocysts, and one of them is currently in me. And, yes, I cried when I saw our little tiny blastocyst. I was thankful we had good embryos, and exactly two for the total number of children I want to have.