Posts Tagged ‘IVF’

Share the Love

Friday, July 14th, 2006

We just received an E-mail about an our ago from a couple in Canada who is going through a similar situation. They have asked for help and we are happy to oblige. They have already gone through the IVF process once successfully, but unfortunately lost the pregnancy. Their next attempt is coming up in October and she is having a hard time finding the means. We have agreed to donate all internet donations made on Saturday, July 15th to them.

We have asked for proof of her situation and upon receipt and verification we will begin to share the love. Now, if this cannot be accommodated, then all funds will go back into the BabyorBust fund.

BabyorBust was founded on the idea that we could open people’s eyes to IVF and the expense and emotion that it brings with it. Our hope at the end is to continue accepting donations, along with any additional funds left over, in order to offer grants to other couples facing infertility. We look forward to helping so many more couples- and thank you for the overwhelming support we’ve received so far.

Together, we’re all going to make a huge difference.

Saying it Outloud

Thursday, July 13th, 2006

At the beginning of our little adventure in infertility, we kept it pretty hush. Our parents knew, siblings, a few friends- that was pretty much it. We didn’t want to talk about it until we were clear where we were and where we were headed. Saves time that way.

In April, shortly after our first visit with Dr. T, we went to Barnes & Noble one evening. We enjoy spending a few hours, drinking coffee and pouring over books and magazines and enjoying the quiet. Shelton made his way to the “Geek” section (computers), I started to head toward the People Magazine. Then I realized that I could make better use of the time that night and went over to the pregnancy section. That seemed like a likely place to find books about trying to have a baby.

And there were plenty of books on how to make one, keep one, raise one, love one, even name one; but no books on infertility and IVF. A cute young couple was standing next to me. I had to assume they were pregnant because she wasn’t showing and I couldn’t imagine any other way you’d get a twenty-something guy into the pregnancy books section.

He wandered away and I asked her how far along she was. She replied about 4 weeks, they had just found out a few days before. She was positively glowing, so excited. She then asked me the same. And I immediately replied, oh, we can’t, we have to do IVF. We smiled nicely at one another and I moved on, since none of those happy, little preggers books applied to me.

I went to customer service and I was lead to the infertility section- a 2’ space at the very bottom of a shelf in the back. Of course, one more place to bury and hide it away. I sat cross-legged on the floor and looked over my options. Two books caught my eye and I read a little, cried a little, by myself, in the back of the B&N. I bought those books and they are listed under the “About IVF.” I highly recommend A Few Good Eggs, I couldn’t read it fast enough.

So that was the first time I had to say it to a stranger. The sentence kind of came out in slow motion as I looked at this overjoyed woman, my age, thrilled to pieces to be buying What to Expect. Lucky her.. I wonder if she knows just how lucky she really is.

Week One

Wednesday, July 12th, 2006

The site went live a week ago today and we’re simply overwhelmed. The responses, support and donations are far exceeding what we ever expected at this point. The biggest thank you to each of you who have visited, shared the site and to those who have donated.

We passed that initial scare and now we’re thinking that this might really work. So again, thank you- thank you!

Less than 30 of you have done what we had anticipated 1000 would do- your generosity is so deeply appreciated.

Please continue to pass along our link and share the site wherever you can. We’ve still got a long way to go- but with each of you by our side we’re confident we’ll get there.

Beginning

Thursday, July 6th, 2006

We definitely have a lot of ground to cover. I really regret not journaling all of the events of the past six months and having them stockpiled for the site. But I didn’t.

While Shelton and I have now reached a point where more days are spent laughing and joking about the situation we’re in than not, the first few weeks were probably some of the darkest I’ve ever experienced. If that is what depression feels like, I want no part of that, thank you very much.

There were a lot of unanswered questions at the beginning- the biggest of which was if we’d even be able to have children. My request for a puppy increased daily! There were a lot of nights spent in a completely dark house, no dinner- just sitting together silently, crying, talking. Neither of us knew how to make the other feel better.

When we’d finally gotten the “diagnosis” and referred to the fertility specialist, Dr. T, it was another 6 weeks before we’d have any finality to these questions. I finally told Shelton I was done crying about it. There was nothing we could do and we’re just making it worse for ourselves. We kept telling each other we were so sorry- and I said no more apologies. It wasn’t like one of us had done this on purpose. It’s nature… and she is a bitch sometimes! At that point we were still under the belief that we’d do artificial and be done with it. We had no idea IVF was the way.

Following that first appointment we set out to build this site and I dumped all of my energy into that. I soon realized that I wasn’t sleeping, my body was aching all the time, I was probably eating more than I should and I had not cried. When I was called out at work for not caring anymore I kind of woke up from my haze. I love my work and I wear that on my sleeve and if that was suffering then I needed to kick myself in the ass. I apparently also where every ounce of my emotions on my sleeve.

So I figured it out- I hadn’t given this infertility situation the proper attention it needed. In a sense, there was a mourning process that needed to occur and I wasn’t letting that happen. As part of that, not crying was huge for me. I cry every time Ty gets the keys on Extreme Home Makeover. But not being able to conceive my babies- that left me completely dry.

Finally, Mother’s Day came around. We spent the afternoon with my family- my mom, aunts and grandmother. All of us celebrating the amazing things they had done for each of us. And I wanted that so badly. I wanted to be holding my baby and soaking up the fact that I too had joined this elite club of moms.

Shelton and I had driven separately that day. I no sooner left my aunt’s neighborhood and I just practically collapsed behind the steering wheel. The tears came so suddenly and with such force. I probably should have pulled over. But nothing beats a good cry at 65 on the highway… right girls? I bawled the entire way home and I thanked God for finally letting it happen. It felt so good, refreshing.

I woke up the next day and it felt as though the air had cleared and I could now approach this with a clear head and do what needed to be done. I haven’t cried since then, but I haven’t needed to.

Not to say there haven’t been bad days since… and I know there are plenty ahead. But for now, I’ve made a “little” peace with the situation and I’ve said you are not going to take me down with you.

Welcome!

Sunday, July 2nd, 2006

We cannot tell you how excited we are to be making this first post. We found out in December we were facing fertility issues, but little did we know that the path ahead would be long, expensive and very emotional. Since this is our first post, I’ll start by backing up, giving you a brief timeline of the events that got us here and then explain where we’re headed.

March 2004- We decided we’d start trying to have a baby. Sounded easy enough. The basic concept of the idea made sense.
August- 2005- We’d been trying for 17 months… and we were pretty sure we were doing it right. Went to our family practice doctor (Dr. H), started charting my ovulation.
December 2005- Returned to Dr. H to review charts. Brandi was normal- eyes turned to Shelton. He had to give a sample.
January 2006- Call from Dr. H that Shelton’s sperm count was, well, a nice round number…zero. We were referred to a urologist, Dr. F.
February 2006- First appointment with Dr. F. A lot of exciting little tests and exams for Shelton. We were told that Shelton basically has a natural vasectomy. We were referred to the fertility specialist, Dr. T.
April 2006- After about a 6 week wait, we finally got our first appointment. This is a normal wait time.

Going into our first appointment, we expected to find out that by doing artificial insemination we’d be on our way to having a baby (this is the turkey baster method, in a nutshell. We’d already been falling in love with our turkey baster baby). We were very hopeful of this procedure because it was quick, painless and incredibly affordable (cheaper than our new dining room table). What a bargain!

Dr. T wasted no time in telling us that due to Shelton’s diagnosis, artificial insemination would not be an option. They’d never get enough of a sample for it to be successful. We’d have to move right up the line to IVF- In Vitro Fertilization. I don’t think Shelton fully grasped what the Doc was saying. I immediately knew, above anything else, the financial impact was substantial. I had guesstimated in my head about a $10,000 cost. Before we left that day we had an estimate for $15,000… and told to allow some wiggle room. This estimate did not include all of the diagnostic work that had already been done, not all of which was covered by insurance.

Now, I work in advertising and I spend my days scheming creative ways to solve problems- whatever works, there are no limits. By the time we made it out to the car, the gears were already churning.

By the time we made it on to the highway entrance ramp, I looked at Shelton and said, “Ok, I’ve got an idea.” Which Shelton always follows with, “How much is it going to cost me?” And for one of the very rare times, I said, “Not much. If anything, it will make us money.” So I explained this idea of throwing ourselves at the mercy of the world- by telling everyone every gritty detail of this long, insane journey we were about to take part in, they would maybe be so kind as to donate some money so that we could have this baby we so desperately wanted.

If everyone who visited donated at least a dollar, 20,000 visitors later we could have a baby. They say it takes a village to raise a child, we need a village to help us just get the dad-gum thing conceived!

By the next day we’d come up with the name, Baby or Bust, and the wheels were still churning. I didn’t sleep for a week because the possibilities seemed endless and I had to wrap my brain around each and find a way to make it applicable. I’m a little researcher, so I immediately began scouring bookstores and the Internet for any tidbit about IVF and what we could expect to go through. Everything I found was cold and textbook- I wanted the private, personal stuff that a girlfriend would tell me. I’ve continued to find that it rarely exists.

All the more reason to do this. If we can help even one other couple understand the procedures and justify their emotions, then some part of this has been worth it.

So here we are, July 2 and the site went live about 3 hours ago. Jeremy Sanchez, a good friend of ours, is responsible for the site design and development. We wouldn’t even be writing this post without his incredible generosity and hard work. Just getting here was the first step, and Jeremy, thank you will never be big enough or loud enough.

As we tend to do, we’ve taken to the lighter side. I keep calling it “this insanity.” And that is exactly what it is. What this process does to your heart, mind, emotions, hell, even your sex life, it’s just insanity. But Shelton and I quickly pulled together and have grabbed this by the horns and said we will beat you. We want this baby and nothing is going to stand in our way. Heck at this point, we’re looking at two babies- the possibility for twins is huge! (Brandi giggles YAY! Shelton passes out).

So where are we now? About two weeks ago in June, Shelton met with his new urologist, Dr. G, who we were referred to by our fertility specialist, Dr. T. This guy is apparently one of like 50 docs in the country who work with male infertility and treatment. He did some initial exams and wants to see Shelton again on July 20- Brandi’s birthday. From there, Shelton is looking at having surgery to obtain his first sperm sample. After that, it’s back to Dr. T to assess the situation and we’re not 100% sure what that involves yet.

What we do know, is that every doctor’s appointment, lab test, poke, prod and band-aid comes out of our hip pocket. We earn a reasonable salary, we live a fairly comfortable lifestyle- but we do not have twenty Gs laying around. That’s why we’re asking the world to help us out. And in advance, thank you.

Tentatively, we’re looking at a February 2007 “conception”. Between now and then, we’re up against a lot- a lot of doctor’s visits, surgery, medicine, tears, laughing, frustration and hope. We’re excited to share all of this with you, and hope you’ll visit often. Yes, we’re baring our souls and more- but it seems like a small price to pay for the little person we’ll get in the end.

Over the next week or so, we’ll work to basically catch-up on everything that has happened. We’ll each blog individually and sometimes together. We think it’s important for both of our perspectives to be shared individually, as the things we’ll experience will sometimes differ; but this is very much a duet and we want that perspective shared as well.

We welcome you to Baby or Bust and thank you for sharing in our journey.