By Kate Peterson

Before my husband Larry and I got married, we both knew that having a child would not happen the traditional way. Larry had been married before, had kids and thought he was done, so he had had a vasectomy. We did have options; adoption, vasectomy reversal and IVF. We went the route of least expense, vasectomy reversal.
His procedure took twice the amount of time it should have and the urologist said he could only hook one line back up. Larry actually had 4 to start where most men have 2. One was better than none, I thought. Month after month, Larry would leave a “deposit” at the urologist’s office and each time we would get the same call – no sperm.
We gave in and made an appointment with the IVF specialist. He was pretty matter-of-fact in his discussion with us. Shouldn't he have been more in tune with our emotions? He let us know our chances based on our ages and what procedure would work best given our circumstances (the ICSI method). No time to waste – our doctor would be going on vacation soon. Oh and by the way, payment is required in full within 10 days. Hi – anyone have $17,000 sitting around in a piggy bank anywhere??
We found something called Care Credit. Basically you can get a credit card for medical expenses with zero interest if paid back within a short period of time. So I put $9,000 on that and the rest went on the good old Discover Card. In the end, my parents ended up pay the bill for our greatest gift. Our health insurance didn't cover anything. Check your policies boys and girls - you never know. Some actually do cover IVF entirely and some cover the cost of the drugs.
The fertility center provided special classes on how to administer the drugs I needed to swallow, attach, insert and inject into my body. Did I mention my fear and hatred of needles?? My husband was out of town so the nurse kindly drew circles on my hips with a Sharpie to show him where he would need to inject me. At least it was not swimsuit season.
No doubt, shots suck. I did find that icing up the injection area before the shot helped. We also found that applying heat and massaging the area after the progesterone shots did a world of good.
All during the process I was monitored by the fertility center to check on how my follicles were growing. They could see 6. Not bad, I thought. Although other women I knew going through the same process had more. I was jealous of their follicles. Pathetic, I know. Upon retrieval day, they knocked me out and when I came to, I was told they got 7 eggs from the 6 follicles.
Larry did not get the same luxury of anesthesia. His, so called “painless” procedure was not exactly painless. (Men, close your eyes here) They inserted a needle into his testicle and removed the sperm. Oh and the doctor performing this on him – the same urologist he had used for the first two vasectomies and the reversal. Unfortunately, there were no discounts for customer loyalty.
6 days later 2 of the 7 eggs had fertilized and reached the blastocyst stage and were implanted back in me. For 10 days we had to continue the progesterone injections, oral medications and putting patches on my abdomen knowing that it could all be for nothing. No point in cheating and getting a home pregnancy test, all the hormone injections would throw it off.
Then P-day came – Pregnant or not, December 20 was upon us. The phone rang. I sat down on the couch. Prepared myself for the worst. My doctor told me I was pregnant! First try – thank God. We didn't know if it was a single or twins yet, but we didn't care. We were lucky and we knew it. Many friends had gone through multiple rounds and still were not pregnant. And by the way, if you are having pregnancy challenges, speak up. You are not alone! You will come to find out, as we did, that so many of your friends have already gone through or are going through the same process. IVF is financially and emotionally taxing. When you can share the experience with other people, it seems less so, at least for me it did.
I’ll write more in future blogs, so stay tuned…..