IVF. In Vitro Fertilisation.
In another word. Miracle. Saviour. Godsend.
The way a woman feels when becoming pregnant after suffering infertility is indescribable.
Apart from the morning sickness of course.
She has a deep longing, an urge, an itch, a need for this baby. When a woman suffers this, there is likely no need on earth greater than the need for this baby.
She takes hormones and injections. She rides the roller coaster of emotion. She puts on a brave face. She feigns confidence. She hides her fears, sometimes even from her partner.
The day comes to harvest her eggs. She anticipates them with hope, hope for mature follicles. The harvested eggs are joined together with the sperm. Either through IVf or ICSI, some fertilise.
If she is lucky, she may have a few left over and enough to freeze for another round if this one fails. Though she doesn’t dare say this.
The wait for the embryos to grow into blastocyst stage feels like forever, she doesn’t even think ahead to the wait after transfer.
She has her dear Embryo, which she has probably already named… Perhaps peanut, or Emby transferred into her uterus. She tells close friends and family around her if she is new to IVF, or she keeps it quiet and doesn’t tell anybody if she is old hat at this.
The two-week wait is agonising. She tries to keep herself busy, though she can’t keep her mind off the foreign group of cells in her uterus that she so longs to become a baby.
She works, she cooks, she cleans, she pays the bills. All the while praying to God for the miracle she so desires.
The wait is up. Does she buy an over-the-counter pregnancy test? Or wait until her scheduled appointment for her bloods to be taken and wait another day for the results.
Positive or negative. These two words. They can make or break a woman.
‘You are pregnant’ brings elation, over-the-rainbow happiness and joy.
‘I’m sorry, you are not pregnant’ brings with it sadness, desolation and despair.
With either of these results the woman is given, time is the next step always. Time to see if the Embryo stays and grows inside her, or time to grieve, recover and start again.
When the said woman is successful and this baby is born, I speak from experience when I say, there is no greater joy, than the joy of holding your IVF baby at long last.
IVF. Another name for Miracle, Saviour, Godsend.
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