I've had 6 rounds of ivf abroad.
The absolute terror of what you're putting your body through. You have to inject your body with really hard core drugs. The bloating, the tiredness, the getting the timings right.
If you're going abroad you have to consider timings, going to a foreign country and all that entails.
The waiting is the absolute worst. You're waiting for the clinic to answer you're questions, tell you what your protocol is and explain how it works. Waiting for your next injection. Waiting for your test results, is everything optimal? What if it isn't? Do you have to abandon your round? Doing so wastes your drugs which can cost hundreds or thousands of pounds.
Waiting for your scan. How many eggs are developing? Will they be mature? How many will fertilise?
Do you even tell people you're doing IVF? People can be abhorrently cruel, dismissive, offer shit advice that you didn't ask for. You feel so alone.
You need to be put under for your egg collection. Terrifying.
You need to wait for 5 days to see how many of your eggs survived to become blastocysts. You can't eat, you're bursting into tears with worry.
Is the sperm sample good enough? Is my uterine lining thick enough to support implantation?
Transfer day. Sometimes it hurts. You feel so overwhelmed because you have 1, 2 or even 3 blastocysts inside you and you have to wait two fucking weeks more to see if these tiny potential babies are implanting.
You're willing your babies to survive, while knowing there is absolutely nothing you can do but wait. You have dreams, nightmares about your babies.
Test day arrives and it is negative. Your babies died inside you. You grieve the loss of the potential lives that didn't make it. You break down. It is too hard. You can't do it again.
I did it five more times. It gets harder every time. You sort of become numb to it, you're going through the motions at this point. But also, the grief piles up. You count all the blastocysts that died inside you. You grieve for every single one.
Your friends say things like "stop trying so hard!" Or "it isn't meant to be" or "why are you so upset, it wasn't an actual baby".
You dream about holding your babies and wake up realising you're not pregnant. I probably had dreams like that a hundred times.
IVF is the hardest thing I've ever done. It took us to some really dark places. It takes a toll on you financially, emotionally and physically.
I'm 35 weeks pregnant with a daughter. I wouldn't wish IVF on my worst enemy. But sometimes it is a choice we have to make because naturally just isn't an option. That is why I run a support group on Facebook. Because IVF warriors need all the help and support they can get!