I thought I'd found a thread for me but having read through your stories I'm left feeling a little guilty. We suffer with male infertility, which led to my DH undergoing some sort of hideous exploratory operation in search of sperm with the conclusion that he has a zero chance of becoming a father. The operation left him pretty sore for quite a while. So we turned to donor sperm, which my DH struggled to come to terms with.
Then we went through IVF/ICSI. I didn't change anything about my life style, although I was pretty healthy anyway, because I figured that 'normal' women get pregnant the world over despite poor diet, drug use etc etc. Also I was trying to protect myself from getting too obsessed.
I developed OHSS during the first cycle. No one noticed how much I was struggling towards the end of the cycle. And no one (I mean people around me, not medical staff) appreciated how ill I was when OHSS was diagnosed. As a result about 11 eggs were collected, only 2 were fertilised and they were frozen at 2 days. Months later, once I'd recovered, they were both transferred because there was such a slim chance of them surviving. They didn't.
I went through a second full cycle with tiny levels of drugs / hormones and I feel guilty on this thread to say that it was successful. My DD feels like a miracle.
One day 6 embryo was frozen and a couple of years later I went through a frozen cycle but the embryo didn't survive being defrosted. I was devastated because realistically, for a number of reasons, but not because of my ability to physically continue, that was my last chance to have another child. It is really hard to come to terms with. I know only too well the desperation to have a first child, it drove me to the edge, however the drive to have more children is incredibly strong. If it wasn't ' normal' people wouldn't bother having multiple children.
And being told to be grateful for what I have is not helpful. As I say my DD is a miracle to me, nobody could be more grateful, but nothing takes away the desire for more children. I'm just left knowing that all that's left for me is the menopause and that is not a comforting thought.
Of course, I realise that for those of you who are still struggling to have a baby my sadness at not having two will seem ridiculous and selfish.