Hi there, just thought I'd share my experience. We started trying to conceive when I ws 33 (DH was 36). After a year of trying we went for various tests and discovered my husband's count was 3.6 million. I was told there was no way we'd conceive naturally. I was reluctant to try IVF as I'd heard awful stories from people who did conceive, so tried to forget about it, but then fell pregnant the following month (aged 35) and have a DD.
Cut to trying for number 2 when DD was 9 months. After 6 months of no luck we went for an IVF consultation. His count was 3 million, my AMH was 5.3. We were told that we would have a good chance of conceiving naturally eventually but I was so desperate to have babies close together (I was a lonely only child) that we went for it. I ended up with only 2 eggs, neither of which fertilised.
Then the day before my DD's 2nd birthday I had a positive pregnancy test from natural conception. That sadly ended in a MMC at the 12-week scan (I didn't even know about MMCs until that point). After the initial grief I was determined to 'replace' that baby so went into another round of IVF. We went long protocol to try to get more eggs but I ended up with one, and found out my DH's count was 0.2million. The egg fertilised but got a BFN. And I have not ovulated since that finished.
Since realising I'm not a good candidate for IVF, I have done some digging on mumsnet and we have contacted Jonathan Ramsay. He has run some tests and given my DH some Anastrozole to help numbers, plus mentioned that it might be worth addressing a variocele to increase quality. But he also made me realise that chances are slim and that I should come to terms with the fact that I may only ever have one child.
My daughter is the most incredible thing to have ever happened to me. She brings us to much joy. But she is now 2 years, 9 months and I just feel I have completely let her down by not giving her a sibling. Plus, I sometimes have this really unfair thoughts of blaming my DH. When I know it is due to both of us.
I just have a real sense of grief. And I'm still dealing with the MMC even though it was in February. Plus the strain of this has really affected our marriage.
I'm not really sure what I'm asking. Just wanted to share my feelings. Sometimes I have hope. But then I don't want to live with that hope for it to be crushed as I get older (I'm 38 now). I need to move on with life, try to get back into a new career (the one I dedicated 15 years of my life to doesn't accommodate mothers), but in doing so that makes me feel like I am giving up. It takes a lot out of you.