Being Pregnant
PCOS and Infertility – Part 1 of Z’s Birth Story
My first child, a daughter – Z was born 8 years ago. Here is her birth story. I wish I could say it was just as easy as us doing it. But nope.
3 years of trying to conceive in my early 20′s – I was sad and non-understanding why everyone around me who didn’t want kids was getting pregnant. My husband and I had been married for a few years.
Each month involved peeing on a test to find a negative.
We had purchased an SUV and we were building a bigger home, built for a family. We were married and happy. We had successfully turned our dogs into our children, all was wonderful with the exception of one thing.
We were missing a baby.
Finally raising my hands in the air, surrendering – I agreed to talk infertility treatments. My OB-GYN at the time was pregnant. This only made things worse. AND, she was having a boy named Aiden – that was my boy name. *GRR* (Sex and the City had me convinced that I was going to name my boy this, that was the season when Aiden was sweet).
Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) was my diagnosis for why I was infertile. PCOS is characterized by various symptoms, mine being random periods and difficulty losing weight. It sucked. I hated having a diagnosis, but had to remember it could be worse. I didn’t care PCOS or not, infertility was something we knew we had to combat.
The doctor wanted to start us off on Clomid. We were to try this for 3 months, each month coming in for a blood test around ovulation day to make sure I was ovulating. If it was the weekend, I had to go to the hospital as the day marker was critical. I agreed and 3 long months went by, no baby.
Then September 11th happened. My husband lost his job. All the money we had poured into the house we were building would be flushed down the toilet if we didn’t close. My parents were finalizing a divorce. Life sucked.
After several months, the husband found another stable job. We were able to close on the house with the sweet help of a sales rep who directed workers on delaying our build until things got better for us. I knew we needed to try again with Clomid.
Back to the doctor we went. She had something new for us this time. With the Clomid, she had me taking Metformin together.
1 month, nothing.
2 months, nothing.
3 months, I took an early pregnancy test – and again negative.
Then I started vomitting.
For a week, I thought I had the stomach bug. We always had bought pregnancy test several packs at a time. I thought, just 1 more test and then I am giving up. The doctor had told us, after 3 months of Clomid – Metformin not working – the next step would be to start fertility shots as the chances of the drugs working would drop. Me and shots didn’t go well.
I peed on the test. 2 line. Finally. Could I be? Yep. PREGNANT!
Read part 2 of Z’s birth story: the joy of my first pregnancy continues… vomit. scared. epidural gone bad.
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The Pregnant Waddle | Being Pregnant commented on Jun 03 11 at 1:10 amMegan commented on Mar 30 11 at 1:59 pmI was diagnosed with PCOS, too, and I was terrified that I wouldn’t be able to get pregnant! I’ve spent almost my whole life dreaming of being a mother and I would get so stressed out and angry while we were trying to conceive. Luckily, I was able to figure out that while I may have had a hormone imbalance, it was my gluten intolerance that was causing it! Once I completely cut wheat/gluten out of my diet, I was able to get pregnant! I know the feeling of finally seeing that second line after years of negative tests! It was one of the happiest days of my life! I’m now at 25 weeks and thank goodness it’s been smooth sailing so far! I’m eager to read what it was like in your other pregnancies. Did it get any easier to conceive?
Mona commented on Mar 31 11 at 5:11 pmI’d had one miscarriage about two years before I was diagnosed with PCOS. When that diagnosis came and I was told that my chances of conceiving on my own were slim to none, I was crushed. I can’t recall the medication they were going to put me on to shrink the cysts but a side effect of it was a lower fertility count. My doc decided to run a fertility test and low and behold, even tho I was ovulating, very few eggs would drop. There were also malformations in a few that had. He decided against this particular medication stating that it could render me sterile. He then started me on a few other medications which after about 9 months, shrunk my inflamed ovaries back to a healthy size and dissipated most of my cysts. I wasn’t trying to conceive at the time but it was painful to think that I may never bear children. Well, 5 years have passed and I had another miscarriage but I am happy to say that I am 25 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy. <3 MY boyfriend is even more excited than I am. Our son was not planned, our oops baby if you will, but we feel very blessed. I thought I'd come to terms with never getting pregnant and was (and still am) open to the idea of adoption. I will continue to pray for all of you women out there who are struggling with infertility issues.
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