I had three IVF miscarriages. It cost me £25k.
One of them put me in intensive care.
I PROMISE you that the physical part is almost entirely irrelevant compared to the sheer hell of fear that you might still not have a baby at the end.
I would’ve chopped off my legs with a rusty spoon and jumped by the end if it would’ve given me a baby.
I don’t think I can ever fully explain the toll that the combination of money, stress, time off work (teacher hahahahaha), reading about protocols, reading about miracle vitamins, sticking yourself until you’re black and blue, whipping your knickers off thrice a week, so many blood tests you have no veins left, the obsession over numbers of follicles, numbers of eggs, numbers of embryos, numbers of cells, peeing on sticks, numbers of HCG tests…
Honestly if it works for you then none of that is important. But if it doesn’t work, you can never stop. I genuinely started planning how far I could go on my credit cards before I’d lose my house. It was so all-encompassing I can’t convey it.
In the end by miracle baby didn’t come from IVF. But I think I have a form of PTSD from the years of trying to find him.