So we’re going to try for number two…
It’s obviously a huge decision…all the more so because trying for us means another IVF. It also means knowing that if we are blessed enough to get pregnant again there is a 90% chance I’ll develop severe hyperemesis gravidarum again. Think of the worst stomach flu you’ve ever had. Now imagine it lasting nine months. Now add in that you’re pregnant and for 20 hours a day you’re wearing a stomach pump with a needle that goes into your belly that administers the same meds given to chemo patients to quell nausea. Throw in daily ketones checks, twice daily nurse check in ( God bless you ladies!), hospital stays, and a weekly IV.
So why do it? After all, we’re also licensed to adopt through DC social services (a saga unto itself that I’ll be sure to write about). And regardless of this pregnancy’s outcome, we’re looking forward to adopting a child from foster care.
And the oncologist just cleared me to try and get pregnant again after a frightening ovarian cancer scare.
So, why sign up for another round of IVF and a potentially rough pregnancy?
It’s more than the warnings from our infertility specialist that as a woman in my mid 30s and a couple with a history of infertility we’d better get a move on.
It’s because despite all the needle sticks, surgeries, and discomfort, carrying that baby was the most wonderful experience.
I loved rubbing my belly and knowing my sweet girl was in there growing strong. I loved feeling her kick during press conferences and stifling a giggle. And the day the doctor put her in my arms I swear I felt my heartbeat stronger than ever.
So yes, sign me up docs. This mama is ready for round two.