Endometriosis, Infertility, Miscarriage and Life in general
I am 35 years old, living with stage IV Endometriosis, possibly adenomyosis and struggled with infertility for almost 4 years. I also struggled with PPD and now struggle with PMDD. I am a mother to a son that was born at 18 weeks and too precious for this earth; and now a mother to a son born in August 2011. By journaling here, I hope to benefit both for myself and for others that are dealing with this disease and fertility struggles. Thanks for visiting!
November 20th- Our son Wyatt Landry was born into this world and carried into heaven by angels. We were 18 weeks pregnant.
September 14th- Hematoma found in uterus
September 4th-Heard heartbeat for the first time. WE ARE PREGNANT!!!!!!
August 1st- ET (2 of the 3 beauties)-other embie makes it to freezer
July 30th-ER (5 eggs=3 healthy embies)
July 8th-IVF#2 starts with Lu.pron
June 3- Start period/miscarriage
May 29- Confirmed failing pregnancy
May 25- positive BETA!
May 16- Remaining Embie makes it to blastocyst stage and is FROZEN!
May 14- TRANSFER 2 embies
May 11-Egg Retrieval; 7 eggs, 4 mature, 3 fertilized with ICSI
April 22-Start IVF (#1) process!
April 17-Hysteroscopy (3 polyps removed from uterus)
April 15- "Mock Transfer"; found a polyp
March 20: 2nd laparoscopy
Jan 27: Follie scan-endometrium not thick enough. Dr. called and wants to talk surgery because of ever-growing endometrioma
Jan 19: Start Femara, 5 days
Dec. 24: Start Femara, 5 days
August 30: First cycle post Lupron!
July 31: Endoscopy for nausea
July 25: Decline shot #5; start to taper off Lupron
March 31: First Lupron administration
March 13: Colonoscopy; endo adhesions causing recent "issues"
Feb 6: Laparscopy discovered Stage IV Endometriosis
April- Stopped BC
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sometimes I wish there was a rewind button. A year ago today was our transfer of two beautiful embryo's, one of which grew into a beautiful life inside of me for the next 18 weeks. It's hard to believe that one year ago today I was pregnant. Anxious and blissfully excited about the future. I feel painfully empty today. Time does not heal all wounds. We move forward in our journey together, but not without some scars that will never go away. They may not be visible to those around us, but, they are our silent reminders of our son and the life we prepared for during those 4 1/2 months.