I have struggled with fertility issues for years. Starting trying for a baby when I was 33. I am now 39 (40 in August). Discovered I have low AmH, a blocked fallopian tube and adenomyosis in 2020. After a year with no luck, started having IVF but generally responded very poorly and had a missed miscarriage after my second round, which was devastating. Was waiting to start my third round when, mercifully, I fell pregnant naturally (although initially with twins, but I lost one in early pregnancy).
My DS is now nearly 3. I stopped breastfeeding when he was six months old (which I found heartbreaking) in the hope of getting pregnant again, but after two years of trying - no luck. I had a frozen embryo from my second round of IVF transferred but it didn’t take. After several more months of trying, I started IVF again. My response has been even worse than before - though I did get pregnant on my last round (but again had a missed miscarriage in February - which nearly broke me). I have still have an embryo in the freezer and had signed up to do three more rounds of IVF back-to-back in the hope of batching some embryos which will then be PGT-A tested - but I’ve stopped responding on the first of those three rounds. I am still waiting to decide what to do next but suddenly I feel that it’s time to accept it won’t happen - or at least stop focussing on the outcome and treasure what I have.
I am devastated. I am one of 4 and had always imagined having a big family of my own. I know I am lucky to have DS (and, boy, do I feel it) but I have been grieving the loss of what I thought would be for years. There is some liberation in letting that go.
Donor eggs, adoption and fostering are not options for us - we’ve considered them carefully but they are not for us. My husband feels we can find happiness in what we have and nurturing our family of 3 - and I’m sure he’s right - but I’m just so sad.
I am having therapy, trying to focus on gratitude and taking the best care of myself I possibly can. I guess a part of me is hoping that by stopping trying it might happen naturally (which is sort of what happened with my son) but I think even holding onto that hope could be dangerous for me. If anyone has any advice on how to move past this - or wants to share their experience of being in a similar position, I think it would help me to hear it.