In case you are not familiar with the term IUI, (as I had never heard that term in any fairytale) let me help you out a little bit. In a normal menstrual cycle every woman grows something called follicles, you can grow 3-20 depending on your ovaries. These follicles grow grow grow and ONE continues to grow through out the weeks before your period until it gets about 20cm then that follicle releases an egg. Ovulation occurs when that egg is released, fertilization occurs when that egg is successfully met with a single sperm. As that egg is going to be released the Dr. inseminates you with your husbands sperm and hopefully you make a baby.. My fertility Dr. would inseminate me once right before I ovulated, then once right as I was ovulating.
So leading up to being inseminated my husband would begin giving me nightly injectables in my stomach, (with the medication that would help me produce more than one egg) and I would go into the drs. office every couple of days checking on how my follicles were growing. Now maybe that doesn't seem like much of anything to you reading this, but having to have your husband give you shots in your stomach to try and make a baby, isn't the most romantic act in the world. Especially when you have been arguing and swear he is giving you that injection a little more harder than usual.
Every couple days id go into the Dr.s office, meet mr. ultra sound probe, and check on my follicles. The goal with the injections/medication is to not just have one egg drop like a normal cycle, but to have 2-4 optimally. That way you have better odds of ONE becoming fertilized and ONE becoming ONE healthy baby. Follicles on an ultrasound screen look like tiny bubbles, that eventually keep getting bigger and bigger. I remember sitting there, rather laying there and asking how many follicles the nurse could see. "You have around 17 follicles total, with about 4 leading, so you are looking really great!" ME?! MY UTERUS?! MY OVARIES?! WE LOOK GOOD?!? I had never heard those words before about me or my uterus. I can't tell you how amazing it felt to feel like things were finally going the way they should. That we finally had some type of hope.
The day of insemination had come and man oh man was my body in pain. I felt incredibly bloated and sore that even going over speed bumps in the car on the way to Dr. felt like an elephant was stepping on my uterus! Needless to say, the drive to newport was not a pleasant one. We arrived an hour early so my husband could, ummm,...contribute? to the procedure. They called us back, I undressed, my husband took my hand and prayed over the situation, and before I had the chance to get nervous my legs were in the stirrups. My husbands sperm count and overall health had done a complete turn around from before, I mean lets just say before hand, all those princes were not only climbing up the completely wrong tower...but doing it backwards, with one arm, and with no rope if you catch my drift. Everything seemed to good to be true. His sperm were awesome, I had 4 eggs healthy in size and ready to drop, it was as if the bases were loaded and Dan Moreno was up to bat. Kobe Bryant was up to bat, Mike trout was up to bat? Lets just stick to fairytales. lol.
"Ok, we are all finished. Just lay back with your knees up for 10 minutes then you can head home."
The hardest things about all of this, believe it or not is the waiting. Hoping, praying and pretty much begging God that this is the time it works. That this is the happily ever after.
The second you leave the Dr.s office you want to take a pregnancy test. You want to shop for baby clothes, plan your baby shower, pick out names, I mean you have come so far and been thru so much pricking, probing, and hoping that you just want THIS to be it.
In 7 years, two weeks went by..if that makes sense, and it was time to go in and get blood work done to see if we were pregnant. I would go in as early as possible so I could get my results by that afternoon. So from 7am-1pm, you guessed it, more waiting. The phone rings and the results are in... this is it.. this has to be it.. my husband has sleighed this infertility fire breathing dragon and is climbing up the tallest tower to rescue me. Look out happily ever after! I'm on my way!
"Im sorry, but your results are negative. So your period will come and then we can try again." ......
This is what the nurse said, but in my head the sleighed dragon arose from the ashes, breathed his fire all over my gallant prince, and everything came tumbling down the tower I was trapped in.
I had totally had it! I was done! This princess was about to jump her happy ass out of the damn tower to her untimely death! How could this not work? We did everything right? What if it NEVER happens? How many more times was I supposed to endure all this?? Mentally, emotionally, physically, I felt like I just couldn't do it anymore. I remember begging my husband to just jump straight to IVF. $15,000 but still wouldn't guarantee a baby. But being a typical man he would remind and ask me " Insurance pays for 90% of our IUIs for up to SIX tries..cant we just try one more time??"
Reluctantly, and I mean RELUCTANTLY I agreed.
"Ok babe, its not gonna work! But ill try ONE more time."