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Please No More Doctors!

I have the utmost respect for doctors but I would like to stop dealing with them for quite some time. In happy news, I have stopped taking labetalol for my blood pressure. Apparently I had postpartum pre-eclampsia, which I didn’t even know existed. My mom, the emergency room doctor, asked me for the numbers of my blood and urine results and now that they have gone down considerably she told me she had been worried. Hopefully my results are even closer to normal or actually normal now because I am at the lab to do what I hope will be my last set of tests to confirm that there are no other lingering issues.

In other news, Lyla is now a formula fed baby. Really she has been for weeks but we were attempting breast feeding at each feeding and she was getting about 20ml from me. Unfortunately there was no gain in my supply or her weight over the last week. I started domperidone but it would take 6 weeks to see the max effects. I was very stressed and dreaded feeding. We decided we would switch to formula only if 1) the max dose of the domperidone wasn’t enough, 2) I couldn’t handle the side effects, or 3) Lyla continued to not gain weight at this week’s appointment. However, I got a call on Saturday that my mom was pulled off her plane and sent to the hospital to have her appendix removed. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back and I couldn’t take anymore stress. J was already hoping we’d just switch to formula so I said we would and then he said he’d feed Lyla next time so I could go see my mom. I still feel guilty and like I made the switch for mostly selfish reasons (although the lack of weight gain was a big concern for me), but I also feel relief. I can see how much she is eating and we can hopefully start establishing a routine. Maybe if I had held out longer the meds would have done the trick, but Lyla is also a lazy eater and nearly impossible to wake (and impossible to keep awake and calm enough to latch) so it was a bad combination. The what if of that bothers me, but I think we made the right decision for our whole family at the time. Through this experience I have discovered that so many women I know have struggled with nursing and most of them did switch to formula. Before I thought people just didn’t try hard enough but now I have a whole new perspective. Typing this out I can see how people might think I did t try hard enough, after all 6 weeks isn’t that long to see if something works, but these 3.5 weeks have been so hard on me emotionally that I didn’t think I could mentally handle 6 more.

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Push Present Revised

Awhile back I posted that I thought push presents were a bit ridiculous (Push Present). I now revise my opinion because J surprised me with a beautiful starfish Tiffany’s necklace the day after we got home from the hospital. The necklace itself is beautiful but I love the gift more for the sentiment than anything. J had bought a new CD and he told me there was something else in the HMV bag. I opened it up and saw the little blue Tiffany’s bag. As I opened it, J said, “Thank you for pushing.” The fact that during such a busy time he thought to do something sweet and surprising for me was so touching. So I wear my necklace with pride and it is a reminder of the love and gratitude of my husband, as well as the miracle of my daughter.

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Lyla Juliet is here!!!!

On Halloween at 7:09 pm our 7 lbs., 20.5 inch precious girl entered the world! I will eventually post about her birth story but right now we are trying to get feeding under control (may have to switch to formula completely, primarily supplementing now), as well as my postpartum hypertension (high blood pressure – on medication now). These 9 days have been much harder than I expected but I can’t imagine a deeper love.

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The cost of infertility

I appreciate any well-researched, informed article on infertility, including articles from the financial perspective. It seems that the vast majority of the articles quote figures for IVF + meds that are less than what we were quoted. Although the totals are still crushing, I always want to shout out that it could be even more per cycle.

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The Birth House

While I was back on the east coast visiting family and friends, I finished the book The Birth House by Ami McKay. In a nutshell, the book is about a young girl who  becomes a midwife during the first world war. Of course when there are stories of women coming of age, finding their path, and babies being born, there are many other topics that are pertinent and interesting to women as well. The book also broaches topics of a woman’s right to choose her own health care options, sexuality, family planning, marriage, domestic violence, and the power of community.

Part of what made this book interesting is that it takes place in a small part of Nova Scotia. For those who don’t recall, I grew up in Fredericton, New Brunswick – part of the Maritimes (a select grouping of east coast provinces) in Canada. New Brunswick borders Nova Scotia, which is also part of the Maritimes, and my husband’s birth province. So even though I have never been to Scots Bay (the setting of the book), there was reference to other places I’m familiar with, including Fredericton, and living on the other side of the country makes me excited about any reference to the Maritimes!

All in all, I enjoyed the book. It was especially interesting to read it while pregnant. It’s a book I’ve wanted to read for awhile because of great reviews, but I worried it would be a trigger to read it while TTC. It’s not a fast-paced, thrilling book, but it’s definitely a story worth reading.

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Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number (Or Is It?!)

*Warning: The post could be triggering for some women, especially those in their 40s who are trying to conceive*

A girl I know posted a rant on facebook yesterday and for the most part I agree with everything she said and others’ comments on her post. The rant was due to some unsolicited and entirely inappropriate advice from a female doctor. The girl, who is currently single, somewhat overweight (although she has lost a lot of weight and seems quite happy and active now), and pursuing her PhD, was told, “You should consider putting down the thesis and remembering your eggs are only good for another 5-6 years.” and she “should consider losing 5-7lbs in order to find love and have the babies, so that [she’ll] have someone to take care of [her] when [she’s] older.”

I find these statements appalling from a feminist perspective. As the girl in question so aptly put it, she does not need anyone to take care of her and being single does not mean that she does not experience love, caring, companionship, or happiness. She also reported that she does not need to sacrifice her family or career aspirations to achieve one or the other. I do agree with this last statement but I think there’s often give and take from each area in an attempt to have it all. In no way though do I think that you must entirely sacrifice one for the other. I went to grad school and am proud of my education and professional status, but I also really want a family that includes at least one child and to be a very nurturing, hands-on mom. It will be stressful and I won’t always be a superstar in both areas at the same time (or at all), but I will have my version of having it all.

The big thing that I took issue with was not the rant itself, but some of the people’s comments because I felt that they were misguided. I wasn’t about to say so though because I didn’t want to instill panic in anyone and it wasn’t the purpose of the rant. A few people made comments about being frustrated when people make it seem like there’s an age limit on starting a family and one person said she recently posted a link to an article about eggs dying at 32 being complete bullshit. First, I know 35 is a turning point in fertility (as a whole, not for everyone) so 32 seemed like a weird age to mention. Second, eggs start dying in utero and continue throughout our lives, yet the girl’s comment made it sound like there’s this “myth” that eggs suddenly start to die in early to mid 30s. These are nitpicky things. The thing that had me dying to drop some knowledge bombs on people was that age does actually matter. I feel this more so I think because I found out I have diminished ovarian reserve at 29. Of course, some people have way longer than others, but it’s not like age isn’t a factor at all. I was totally overanalyzing people’s posts, which is likely due to being hypersensitive about the subject, but I felt like people thought it would be effortless to conceive whenever they feel like it, regardless of age. Of course you can start families without conceiving and carrying a biological child and some of the commentators might never want to have children, but I just got this sense that people were oblivious to the effects of age, in denial, or relying on artificial reproductive technology (ART).

IVF and other ART are amazing medical advances, but they aren’t the easy guarantees that some people think they are. I have heard reference to people saying things like, “Oh, I’ll just do IVF.” These comments are clearly not made by people who are actually faced with the present reality of IVF because it’s not something you just do like booking a spa day. There is nothing easy about it, and I say this confidently without having had to follow through with our plans for IVF. Also, it’s not a guarantee. Because the number of eggs was a huge concern for me, I did some googling while we waited to start IVF. I found a great graph. For those under 35 (the category that most concerned me), there is a 65% chance of a live birth if the doctor can retrieve more than 10 eggs in an IVF cycle. Really great sounding odds, but as someone with DOR, I wasn’t banking on that kind of number. If 7-10 eggs could be retrieved, the odds are 56%. This is still great, and the number my doctor said he aimed for, but again, not a guarantee. My antral follicle count ranged from 5-7 and while some woman can produce more follicles and eggs during an IVF cycle, many seemed to report that they managed to get the equivalent of their AFC or less. So if the doctor retrieved 3-6 eggs, the chances of a live birth would be 38%. Not horrible, but the odds scared me. If less than 3 follicles were present my doctor said he would have strongly recommended switching to an IUI, which I agree with for a few reasons, one of them being that 1-2 eggs only gives 16% chance and the rates for IUI in that case would be higher. Now, for comparison’s sake, if I was 41-42, more than 10 eggs gives a 35% chance. So there is a difference.

Aside from IVF, there is a difference with natural fertility as well. The chances of a woman in her 20s getting pregnant any given month range from 20-25%, whereas a woman in her 40s has about a 5% chance each month of trying. After 45, it’s 1% per month. It’s not just the number of eggs that are left, but the percentage of remaining eggs that are considered normal. As my doctor told me, he would favor me with my 5-7 follicles over an older woman with the same number because the likelihood was that mine were higher quality. Small comfort when I was freaking out, but egg quality reportedly matters more than number.

Another thing that the rant and the above train of thought had me thinking about was the cost of IVF. We were given an estimate of 14-16K per cycle because I would need a very high dose of medication ($$) and ICSI was recommended. So while the 38% chance per cycle (in my case, this would be if I had 3-6 eggs retrieved) is higher than the natural cycle rate, keep in mind that it often doesn’t take just one cycle for natural or assisted conception. More than half (57%) of all people trying to conceive naturally will do so within 3 months of trying. I know it’s not equivalent, but translate that to IVF and that would equal 42-48K for us. Seventy-two percent conceive within 6 months of trying. Six cycles of IVF would cost us 84-96K. Within a year, 85% of couples conceive naturally. Our out of pocket expenses for 12 cycles of IVF would be 168-192K. We would never have been able to try 6 or 12 cycles of IVF. In fact, 3 was our predetermined limit. But doing the math and seeing the staggering costs really drives the point home that this is not an easy venture, especially considering that finances are just one component to the hardships couples face when pursuing IVF.

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Canadian Infertility Awareness Week

Most of my posts in the last few months have been about my pregnancy. I tried not to become pregnancy obsessed on the blog, but it has been hard because I am really, really happy. However, I still want to acknowledge the pain of infertility, not only for myself but for the many, many couples continuing to struggle in their journey toward becoming parents.

As such, I posted more openly than ever before about infertility on facebook. Along with this picture (which I have posted on the blog before):

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I wrote the following: It’s Canadian Infertility Awareness Week. Infertility is a medical condition that affects 1 in 6 couples for a variety of reasons and it affects people of all ages. As someone who struggled with infertility, I wholeheartedly believe the research that shows that the stress of it is akin to being told you have a terminal illness or the death of a loved one. Even though I’m pregnant, I still have Diminished Ovarian Reserve and may never be able to get pregnant again. I consider myself extremely lucky and want to honor the others who are still trying.

Several people “liked” my post and one wrote a kind message. I decided to divulge more information in response. Here’s what I wrote: Thanks X (and everyone else who liked the status). We got very lucky and got pregnant naturally while on the wait list for IVF. Infertility is often treated like a taboo, hidden topic, but it’s more common than most people realize. For those going through it, it is often emotionally, physically, and financially draining. I know I really benefited from support from friends and strangers alike, so I want to acknowledge our struggle to conceive and the grief we experienced so as to take a step toward making this a more open topic and to support others if I can.

I hope that if anyone on my facebook is dealing with infertility now or in the future, they’ll feel comfortable contacting me to ask questions, share experiences, or just vent. As happy as I am now, I know that my infertility didn’t magically go away and I remember the grief that I experienced. It doesn’t take away from my feelings now and I don’t feel like I was robbed of all the time we spent trying, but it needs to be remembered and acknowledged.