Patient Story - Infinite Hope, Part 1

"In 2007, myself and my husband started trying to conceive with no success. By July 2010 and two failed IVF cycles later we were told that our only options were egg donation or adoption, which was devastating news. After a long painful year and some very helpful counselling we came around to the idea of egg donation and began to look seriously at this option. In 2011 we were lucky enough to have a beautiful baby boy through egg donation.  In 2016 we were doubly blessed with the birth of a baby girl through egg donation. I have included some excerpts from my diary below to share this journey with you."

Mum and Baby, September 2016

Date: 02/01/2008
 
Back to work tomorrow and boy am I going to change things, no more really long weeks hopefully! Lots more delegating (definitely), and one hour lunch books (yum).  Hopefully in the next couple of months I can get pregnant, this stuff really takes time.  It’s strange you spend half your life trying not to get pregnant and all of a sudden you are trying to get pregnant.  Although it has only been six months, so I am not yet worried about it, it would be nice for us and make my husband so happy.  So, no drink, no ibuprofen, eating well and moderate exercise all the way for me now, god I am going to be so healthy!! Roll on 2008!!
 
Date: 13/06/09
 
‘’Poem from an infertile woman to the rest of the world’’
 
Please do not call me bitter, when I do not want to hear.
About your child, your niece, your nephew or grandchild you hold dear.
It’s just that I may never have those memories that you treasure.
My childs laugh, their hugs, those wonderful simple pleasures.
 
Please do not call me angry, if I seem to lose the plot.
When I see a child ignored, unloved, insignificant like a dot.
It is just so hard to understand, why I cannot be a mum.
When I promise to love and cherish children and never leave them numb.
 
Please do not call me a failure, because I cannot reproduce.
This failure is so hard to take, ands feels like a too tight noose.
I’m sorry if there are times that I seem moody and quite sad.
It’s just that another month has passed and my loving husband will still not be a Dad.
 
I beg you all to never joke, about me expecting a baby.
When I simply do not want a beer, or have a tummy bug maybe.
I plead with you all, to never ask me, when I will join the club.
When deep within my heart of hearts I feel we may never have a cub.
 
For those of you who have a child, please love and treasure them dearly.
Even on those difficult days when your efforts leave you weary.
For those like me, who have to live with this loss, this grief, this pain.
I truly believe there’s always a plan, and none of our lives are ever in vain.

​Part 2 to follow!