Sample #3: Infertility Sucks
A common in vitro fertilization misconception is that once you’re pregnant, you come off all medication. Wouldn’t that be nice? But, nope. We remain on progesterone to help create a healthy uterine environment.
IVF pregnancies are high-risk during the first trimester. That drug is vital for the uterus lining to grow thick enough to support the embryo. And with twenty days of shots still ahead of me, we tried different everything to make the needles tolerable. Nothing worked. One night, Frankie had trouble with the injection.
Thank goodness this only happened once.
First came the sting of the needle. Then I heard, “Oops.”
Oh, hell no.
My husband didn’t just mumble that while perched over my bare ass while wielding a damn harpoon.
“Oops? Are you fucking kidding me?” I demanded.
He leaped back and left the syringe dangling from my cheek. “I think I hit something. What do I do?”
He pierced a capillary and sprung a bloody leak.
“What are you asking me for? You’re the pro at this. Pull it out and do it again.”
When he stuck me again, I swear to god, I thought he hit bone. I bled for a good long while afterward and had to wear a Band-Aid to bed.
At twenty-one, I was diagnosed with infertility. It took a decade to prove the doctors wrong.
I was nineteen when my first ovarian cyst burst. Two years later, I was told I’d never have children. After nearly a decade of being dismissed as a hypochondriac, I was diagnosed with endometriosis, chronic ovarian cysts, a diseased Fallopian tube, and uterine polyps. My reproductive organs were a mess, and I was in constant pain.
Too stubborn to give up, I became a woman on a mission.
Three surgeries and two cycles of in vitro fertilization later, we had our first daughter. A quickie while she was at school gave us our second.
Infertility Sucks is an honest peek into how I dealt with infertility, IVF, and the depression that followed.