Here comes Baby!!!

So I called Mike and told him that the doctor wanted to admit me that night to induce me the next morning. I think he was more freaked out than I was. He had a terrible cold and was afraid about giving it to the new baby. But like it or not she was coming!! Because of the warm antibody problem the doctors really wanted her out of me. So I went home and packed a bag. That evening they placed a vaginal suppository to help with the dilation and effacement I guess. I also got a nice Ambien (sleeping pill) and got the last good night's sleep that I can remember. The next morning I went into the labor and delivery rooms and they started the Pitocin drip - I was going to try and be a hero and go without an epidural as long as possible. Hardy har har. More about that later.

So things progressed at what seemed like a nice rate. They started the medication at about 9am and I remember I was talking to my father at about 11 or 11:30am when my water broke. That was such a strange feeling. Not really like peeing yourself but close! And it felt like it would never stop coming out! There is a kind of funny story when my sister was having her daughter and her water broke- it was my mom, my grandmother, my sister and I in the delivery room and one of us mentioned that the amniotic fluid had a very odd but familiar odor to it. The doctor was in the room and said - "Oh yeah- it smells like semen." My 80+ year old grandmother them gets a funny look in her eyes and says "Oh yes that's what it is." To say I was mortified /intrigued to find out the grandma and grandad were still tripping the light fantastic is an understatement. I will remember that until the day I die.

But back to me- after the water broke I had a string of visitors I wasn't really hurting that bad, at some point Mike left with his sister to do God knows what and left me with my sister. At about 2pm I really started to feel it. They had checked me an hour earlier and I was dilated to like a 4. One hour later I was at a 9. I was really feeling it now and started to panic. No one tells you this but labor doesn't so much feel like period cramps- for me it felt more like I had to go poopie really bad- but the turd was 6 and a half pounds and pressing on my lower back. Not a pleasant sensation at all!! Mike was still gone- I thought - "that jackass is going to miss the whole thing if he doesn't get back soon." So I lost it- I tried a shot of Demerol and that did nothing. So I gave in and called in the anesthesiologist for my epidural. What a relief!!
Mike finally showed back up right as they are telling me its time to push at about 4:30 or 5pm. I pushed for only about 1 hour not too bad by my estimation. And out popped Vivian. Mike and my mother were in the room at least Mike was. My mom in her infinite bad timing decided that she needed to wash her hands 2 seconds before the baby popped out! I had been looking in the mirror and all I remember thinking was - oh my God look at the size of my Coochie! Not cute. Mike said that when Viv came out it looked like she was coming out of the Schlitterbahn ( a water slide in South Texas). She was so tiny- she looked so grumpy when she came out - kind of like her daddy when he gets woken up from a good nap. She immediately peed on the doctor and started screaming!! Yea!!
The whole thing felt so surreal - perhaps it was the drugs pumping through the epidural but I remember lying there thinking - oh my God what do I do now! She was so little and so loud and so REAL. I never thought this day would come. But December 29th, 2004 I became a Mommy!

Bumps in the Road- miscarriage scare, and what the hell are "warm antibodies?"

So things were moving right along- I had to take those damn progesterone shots everyday- not fun I tell you. The progesterone is oil-based and VERY thick- so it was a little like taking peanut butter injections- my butt was a mass of lumps and bruises- VERY attractive I'm sure. I felt fine otherwise though. So on May 13th we had the 1st of many sonograms and there was only one embryo in there with a very strong heartbeat. We felt very hopeful but even then i wasn't celebrating too much- I knew that so many things can go wrong! And wouldn't you know it on May 19th when I was only 5 weeks along I was at work and when I went to the bathroom I started gushing blood. I just knew that was it. I was miscarrying. I ran out of work and called my husband and my mother and told them to meet me at the doctor. They were going to take me in for an immediate sonogram. The baby was still okay with a very strong heartbeat. But there was a huge pocket of blood called a subchorionic hematoma which if it continued to bleed would cause me to have a miscarriage. The OB/Gyn (Dr. Fogwell) told me that I had a 50/50 chance of miscarrying the baby. Then told me to go home and try bed rest- although he also said that bed rest probably wouldn't make anything better. Bed rest was more like a psychological band aid- it makes you feel like you are at least doing something to help in a helpless situation. By the next day I no longer had the bright red blood - I was now just having a small amount of brownish blood- I took this as a good sign. Like I wasn't bleeding anymore- and this was just the old stuff coming out. I spoke with the nurse at my infertility doctor's office and she told me that I should try not to worry too much because this problem is fairly common after having IVF- she acted like it was no big deal. This made me feel a whole lot better after all the miscarriage talk from Dr. Fogwell. I had an appointment with a perinatologist (doctor who specializes in troubled pregnancies basically) the following day and they did a very fancy ultrasound. He (Dr. Patton) told us that the baby looked strong and that the bleed looked small and inactive. He told us our chances were great that everything would be OK! I even wrote in my little pregnancy journal that day " We feel better - but I will be happy when all the blood is gone and this 1st trimester is over . This kid is freaking me out!"
I have to mention my Aunt Carolyn gave me a little medallion and a novena card for Saint Gerard right around the time we were getting into this whole thing. Saint Gerard is the patron saint for mothers. I started saying that novena "religiously" (no pun intended) from the moment we started the IVF process. I think it helped. I really do. I'm not even a Catholic but a was praying that novena like a bonafide Catholic everyday multiple times a day.
After that scare resolved I motored along just fine- I really felt okay- I was not having any morning sickness to speak of- just a little heartburn. I wrote in my journal on June 4th (7 weeks along)- "Mom brought me to get maternity clothes today. Still feels pretty unreal (being pregnant). I'll believe it when I can feel it. I guess I'm paranoid or I'm protecting myself- But this is all very surreal right now. I'm sure after we get past this 1st trimester I'll feel more secure. We'll see."

They heard the baby's heartbeat with the Doppler on my mother's birthday (June 10th) and then they could start weaning me off the Progesterone shots- my 1st trimester came to an end on June 24th. I was still feeling so worried and I wrote alot in my journal about how I didn't "feel or look pregnant."
I found out on August 10th when I was 17 weeks along that we were having a girl. We were so excited-I felt like the pregnancy was now legit!!
Another weird thing happened at my 28 week check- when they did the regular labwork they found warm antibodies in my blood- the concern being that my blood would attack the babies blood and cause her to become anemic. Now we have to see the perinatologist once a week for a fancy sonogram to make sure she is okay- this is fine with me - I love the sonograms and seeing her moving around in there- it makes me feel so much better!!
Around 31 weeks along I started to have some horrible rib pain. I swear it felt like she broke my ribs. It was miserable for about a week and then miraculously it stopped one day. I assume she moved! Finally at my 39 week check they decided that she was big enough (6 1/2 pounds by sonogram) and decided that I should go in the hospital on December 28th to be induced- exactly 1 week early. I was freaked out this was real- I was really going to be a mom. Yikes!!

The Waiting is the Hardest Part- Embryo Transfer and waiting to see if we are pregnant

So its funny the things that you remember. You have to have a full bladder before the transfer- because it tilts the uterus just right or something- so I drank like a 44 ounce cup of water on the way to the hospital. I don't remember exactly but I think that they gave me something like a Valium or an Ativan to calm me down and then they brought me and my husband into the room to do the transfer. They told us at that point that we had 2 blastocysts and that they were graded at a "B" and a "C." My doctor asked if we wanted to transfer only one or both- I told him both without hesitation. I thought that if there were not "A" quality that if we put 2 in at least one would "take." So I was lying there having to pee like crazy and they let my husband - Mike- look through the microscope to see the little blastocysts that would hopefully become our children. They even took a picture which I attached to the previous entry.
They then placed a little rubber catheter into the opening of the uterus (cervix) and basically squirted the little critters into me. It was so fast. I was expecting to feel something "big" but really all I could think about was how bad I had to pee and how I didn't want to because I was afraid that I would pee the babies out!! They had my hips up on a pillow and wheeled me out into a waiting room and I had to lie there for about 30-60 minutes. I was freaking out because I had to pee so bad but wanted to hold it. Finally after the correct amount of time had passed they allowed me to go the bathroom on a bedpan. I remember thinking - even though I am a registered nurse and I "know" that it is physically impossible- but in my mind I really thought that I had "peed the babies out"- maybe it was the Valium. I didn't want to sit up and I definitely didn't want to walk or to stand up but I had to get to the car somehow- they wheeled me down to the car in a wheelchair and I quickly got into the car and laid down in the backseat. Again thinking that just standing up made the babies flop out. I was a wreck!!
When we got home I did not want to get up from the couch. I was so afraid that any movement would disturb the little guys from implanting. I just laid there thinking the worst but hoping for the best. They told me that I only needed 2 days of bed rest but I don't think that I got up for 3 days except to go to the bathroom. I also started on the progesterone shots which were quite literally a pain in the ass. At some point about 6 days after the transfer I started spotting- I thought that was it. I freaked out completely - I called the doctor and they assured me that it could be nothing- that it could be from the embryo implanting. When you have the procedure done they warn you against doing a home pregnancy test. They tell you that you go home and wait 9 days and then go in for a blood test to see if you are pregnant. That was the longest 9 days of my life. I was convinced that if hadn't worked because of the spotting that I had. So when the day came for the blood test I was expecting them to tell me that I was not pregnant.
I gave the blood in the morning and then went to work - I was working as a school nurse at a middle school at the time. I told them that I wanted them to call my husband with the results because I would rather hear the bad news from him than from a stranger. I got the call from Mike around lunchtime- I was pregnant and the "numbers" were pretty high which could mean that I had twins but we would have a sonogram to see at 5 weeks. I would continue on Progesterone shots daily and go in for weekly lab work to make sure that the pregnancy hormones were going up and the progesterone levels were right. So I was actually pregnant. I could not believe it. I was shocked- and so very very happy!!

And we're off!! Egg Donor contracted and meds started

After about 2 months (really 2 periods for me) they checked my uterine lining again and let me know that the lining was at the perfect thickness for an egg to implant. In the meatime the donor had been on numerous different medications to stimulate her egg production. For me at this point everything was very easy- I was only taking Estrogen except higher doses and then Prometrium to cause me to have a period. The donor was taking shots and having frequent sonograms to measure her follicles etc. They did keep us updated on "how she was doing". Since she was a "big girl" she wound up having to take more medication which is pretty expensive. Finally we got to the point where my uterus was ready and she had a bunch of eggs. So one day my husband went up to the hospital and gave that fateful sperm sample (no pressure) and the donor had a procedure to retrieve the eggs from her ovaries. We would up with something like 20 eggs to start with. My husbands sperm was put in the mix and now we had to wait for 5 days. Every day they called to let us know how our little embryos were doing. We started off with 20 eggs on April 15th. By April 16th only 13 fertilized. From there the numbers dropped everyday. It was a little disheartening! On April 17th we had 8 excellent, 3 good, 1 average and 1 poor little guy was discarded. The next day (April 18th) we only had 5 excellent, 3 good, 3 average and 1 very poor. I was really hoping for multiple embryos so that we could freeze some for future use. Oh well! By day 5 we only had 2 blastocysts and they grade them like A, B, C- these were a B and a B-. I was truly freaking out- I didn't understand how we went from 20 eggs to 2 blastocysts that were possibly substandard! I was a wreck- but the doctor assured me that many pregnancies result from "B" blastocysts. I wasn't convinced but what can you do?
On thing to mention at this point- the hospital I went to does a day 5 transfer- this means that they put the egg and sperm together and let them fertilize and grow for 5 days before they put them in the recipient (me!). In the past most transfers were done at 3 days. This is still done sometimes. My doctor explained to me that they have a much higher pregnancy rate when they wait 5 days because the embryos that last 5 days in the lab as very strong and viable! I think I had something like 8 embryos at day 3- so to go from 8 to 2 was very scary for me. I also to this day wonder if I had the transfer at day three - would it have worked and then I could have frozen some but I will never know!
So the day had come - we had 2 blastocysts my uterus was just right and it was our day of reckoning. We were gonna leave pregnant or brokenhearted!

Picking a Donor- what should I look for??

Choosing a donor was an adventure in and of itself. It is a very sobering feeling choosing the genetic basis for your future child. We got in touch with our local Egg Donation Center recommended by Dr. Rodriguez and they started sending us profiles of donors based on some of our preferences. I wanted someone young and with a good family health history ( no cancer or genetic disorders). Also getting a bunch I forwarded a picture of myself to the center and asked that they try to find someone with similar physical characteristics.
The profiles consisted of about a 5 page health history which also included a picture of the woman's face and her health history along with histories of her siblings, parents and both sets of grandparents. The histories were pretty comprehensive.
There were a lot of donor s that I could eliminate immediately because of their picture. There were others that I eliminated immediately because of something in their family history that bothered me. I was getting frustrated because I just wasn't finding someone that I felt good about.
After looking at about 30 of these profiles I was finally sent a few that I liked. I actually found 3 that I wanted to consider. It came down to a few factors at this point. If a girl was local she would be a lot cheaper- you pay any travel fees that the girl would incur. Also if she had already donated then she would not need certain very expensive lab tests that we would have to pay for. The final deciding factor was if she was available to donate in the time period that we were looking for. After all these considerations we wound up with only one that fit all the criteria that we had set. Getting a local proven donor could save you a few thousand dollars so it is significant! The cost not including all of her medication-was around $6000 and I believe that she got $3000 of that! So we got the contract and everyone signed it. She was local Available and had donated 3 previous times with 2 babies resulting. She was 21 years old and very pretty and 6 foot 1 inch! I thought that was cool because my husband is only 5'7" so a little height never hurt anyone!
We were set to start! My husband had to have a sperm count done and I had to have a "saline sonogram" done of my uterus to make sure that I didn't have any issues with my uterus that would interfere with carrying a child. Luckily both of these tests turned out fine. We were ready to start on this wild ride they gave me a calender and all I really needed to do was to take the hormones that I was already taking but just more of them and on certain days. Piece of cake for me - donor was the one that had to have the shots on the other painful things. It was really easy for me!

Talking it out: Therapy- what worked and what didn't

Around this time I finally got into some much needed therapy. I was so lost - I was mad at my sister, I couldn't get along with my husband for more than 1 day at a time and was still drinking and smoking like there was no tomorrow. I could not make a decision on what to do about having a family. On one hand I couldn't imagine living my life without a child. On the other hand - I was fighting with Mike so much - I wasn't even sure that our marriage would last - so why bring a child into it? I had to resolve some issues it really felt like my whole life was going out of my control.
My therapist really helped me work out my anger towards my sister. I had felt very betrayed by her when she was not approved for the egg donation- but I realized that this was a huge thing to ask of someone and if she was in the least bit uncomfortable with it - it would be best not to use her- I mean the ramifications would be too huge- everyone really would need to be 100% OK with it in order for it to work.
That being said- I had to now really consider using an anonymous donor. I initially thought that this would be too weird (like using my sister's egg wouldn't be?) but now that Tara's egg was out of the question our options were really getting limited.
I also through talking to my therapist realized that I was picking fights with Mike - just trying to get him to leave me. I still thought that he deserved a fertile wife. Someone who didn't have the reproductive plumbing of a 90 year old. I guess I thought if he wouldn't leave me of his own accord- then I would push him until he had no other choice. I always say Mike's either a crazy man or he really loves me- because he never left. He took the crazy ride with me. I decided that I had to stop picking at him - I deserved a good husband and he deserved a non-psycho wife. And we both deserved a child.
We spoke with Dr. Rodriguez after my sister was vetoed from giving us an egg - and he said that he really thought that we would be happier with an anonymous donor anyway. A lot of the uncomfortableness would be avoided. There would not be anyone to be uncomfortable around. Also when we asked him what the benefits to using an anonymous egg donor was as opposed to adoption this is how he explained it- and it made a lot of sense to us:
He told us that its kind of like you are adopting the egg. He said that there is more and more research that shows that many learning disabilities and emotional problems are related to/caused by lack of prenatal care. He told us that by me carrying the child I would have complete control over what goes into my body and therefore into the baby's developing body. You have no idea how the mother of an adopted child took care of herself during the pregnancy. Of course the other benefits are that the child is half Mike's and that I would get to experience a pregnancy. He also told us that the success rates were very good especially with a young egg donor and as long as I had no uterine issues. He told us that we could have up to a 80% chance of getting pregnant. That's not 100% but sounded a lot better that the 50-60% chance that I had been told before.
We decided to go for it. We had been married for 4 years I wasn't getting any younger we thought- its time to shit or get off the pot!

Around this same time my therapist encouraged me to get into a Mind and Body Group for infertile women. I was very hesitant to get into this group. I wasn't sure what I could get out of if. It is a very good program for women experiencing infertility problems - it uses a whole body approach to helping women achieve pregnancy. I thought she was nuts to refer me there because I could meditate and eat a raw diet until the cows came home and I'm pretty sure that my ovaries would still look like craisins. But I let her talk me into it. . .
I will say that I met a lot of lovely people in the group- some that I still keep in touch with- but I would tell other POF women that perhaps if you are looking for a support group -Mind and Body ( http://www.infertilitymindbody.com/index.htm ) might not be the best one for you. This program is really more for women who have a less severe problem. At times I felt very freakish because what was wrong with me was so different from everyone else. People were talking about IUI's and Clomid and laproscopy and other treatments that would never work for someone with POF. It was weird to feel so isolated even in a room full of infertile women. Although I will say that after being in this group I made a decision that I would try IVF no more than 2 times. I did not want to let infertility take up any more of my life. There were some women that had been dealing with infertility for 10+ years- doing multiple IVF attempts and inseminations and suffering multiple miscarriages. I felt so horrible for them. I thought that I needed to go into this with clearly defined limits of what I was emotionally, physically and financially ready to handle. For me I decided to use the old philosophy to hope for the best- but to expect the worst. I wanted so bad for this to work- but I didn't want to get my hopes up too much- that would be be such a long way to fall. . .

Me and My Raisin Ovaries- Alternative Therapies and More Bad News

I had a few sonograms during this time period and I never ceased to be amazed by some of the insensitive comments. Comments ranging from "My God this looks like a 90 year old woman's sono" to "oh my Gosh your ovaries are shriveled up like raisins." Yes someone actually said that to me. I can actually laugh about it now. But at the time it was akin to a knife in the gut. A sonogram of a woman my age should show plump juicy ovarian tissue ripe with follicles ready to release eggs and make babies. My sonograms showed ovaries so "shriveled" that they could not be visualized or so small and pitiful that they would garner "raisin" comparisons. I would inevitably walk out of the clinic in a state of deep and profound melancholy.

It was at some point here where I decided to try a more "Eastern" approach to dealing with my infertility. I had read about women who had regained their fertility by practicing yoga or by eating a special diet or trying different herbs. I thought - what could it hurt- I mean my ovaries can't be any more shriveled up.

I went to an acupuncture clinic- actually it was a school of Oriental Medicine in Dallas and I saw a student but was also seen by the faculty members. I was a novelty there. They obviously had never seen a woman my age dealing with the hot flashes and other menopausal symptoms I was having. I actually (probably foolishly) got off of my hormones and took some Chinese herbs -weird waxy pellets and some of the most disgusting "tea" that I have ever come across. I also had acupuncture every week. I will say that although it did not magically "cure" my infertility it was interesting and the acupuncture was strangely relaxing and it did lessen the symptoms a bit.

After a few months of that I figured this probably wasn't going to restore my baby making ability so I went back on my HRT and continued with the excessive lifestyle that I was becoming way too accustomed to. My marriage was in trouble. We fought a lot. I found myself picking fights with him about everything. Sometimes for good reason and sometimes just being totally bitchy. For some reason at this time I figured the time was right to talk about IVF.

We actually went to see our RE (Dr. Alfred J. Rodriguez- he is fantastic) and set up the psychological evaluation for my sister and us to proceed with the egg donation. My sister had since gotten married and when the time for the psych evaluation came they would not approve my sister to donate for us. I am not 100% sure why - although I think my sister had second thoughts and her then-husband (they are divorced now) apparently had expressed some reservations. So AGAIN I am completely devastated. I thought that the psych eval was going to be a formality but instead it made us completely rethink our plans.

I had initially thought that using an anonymous donor would just be too weird. That at least my sister had the same DNA as me so it was the next best thing to me. I had said that if I couldn't use my sister I wouldn't do donor egg at all. I HAVE HAD TO EAT SO MANY WORDS SINCE THIS WHOLE THING STARTED. I was back at square one. It had taken me 3+ years to convince myself that using my sister's egg wasn't too weird and now I had to convince myself that using a complete stranger's egg was the right choice for me. Once again I was consumed with doubts- is God trying to tell me something?

Living With Premature Ovarian Failure- What a Sucky Way to Start a Marriage!

So I got on the HRT and the Fosamax for my Osteopenia (low bone density)as well as Prozac for my ever darkening mood. My hot flashes were almost constant. It felt like there was a fire lit right at the base of my neck and my entire face and ears would become bright red - people would actually comment on it so I know it wasn't all in my head. I also had terrible vaginal dryness and my skin was dry and I was terribly constipated all the time. It hurt to have sex. I felt like an old lady. Actually my mother was 55 years old at the time and had just gone through menopause and her symptoms weren't even as bad as mine.

As the hormones started working the symptoms got a little bit better but they were never completely relieved. I got involved in an online support group for ladies with POF and got a lot of information that way. I decided to use Vivelle Dot patches and Prometrium as opposed to the Estrace and Provera. I felt a lot better on the patch estrogen than I did taking the pills. Not sure why- but they just seemed to work better. Also the Provera made me completely homicidal (not really but close) and the Prometrium was a little better. Still it was so strange being 28 years old and having to deal with all of this. I was self conscious about getting undressed at the pool etc. because I had the patches on I was afraid of what people would think.

During this time I started doing a lot of drinking. I was fighting with my husband constantly. I felt like God was punishing me- that there must be a reason why nature deemed me an unfit parent. I thought - okay my family history is a little strange but there are a lot of people with weird families that have a lot of kids. Why me? I questioned everything. I vacillated between wanting to have a baby and then thinking that if God chose to make me this way then I must not be meant to be a mother. I thought my husband deserved better- someone who could give him a family - someone who was more womanly. I was physically, emotionally and spiritually a wreck. I was drinking just about every night to dull my senses and my marriage suffered for it. For some reason which I still to this day cannot figure out- Mike stuck around. He must either be crazy or he must love me a lot or maybe a little bit of both.


My sister had offered herself and her eggs to us if we wanted to use them - but I was no where near ready for this. And actually she wound up getting pregnant herself a couple of months after I was diagnosed. She was so afraid to tell me - I think that she thought that I would freak out. But instead I remember when she told me I was so happy. I refused to be one of those infertile women who couldn't be happy for other people when they got pregnant or who would freak out around children and babies. I refused to live my life that way.

I was so pleased to hear that Tara (my sister) was pregnant- her circumstances were such that the father was not going to be involved in the baby's life (that's another story altogether)so I was really able to be involved with her pregnancy and then with the birth. I got to be in the delivery room and cut the cord when my beautiful niece Nelka was born. I felt and still feel very close to her- perhaps more so because of what I was going through at the time. At times it felt like just having a strong bond with my niece and being a good aunt would be enough and that maybe I could live without a child of my own. But the desire was still there. I just wasn't sure what to do yet.

I was working as an RN and most of my co-workers knew about my situation. I actually found out about my diagnoses at work- so most of them got to see my complete breakdown. So as time went on I would talk to people about my situation and my options. I remember one particular incident when I was speaking with a pediatrician I was working with and I told her I was considering using egg donation and specifically my sister as a donor. Her response was "God- that would just be too weird. That wouldn't even be your baby." I thought to myself you insensitive bitch. I had 3 options as I saw it- adoption, egg donation or living child-free. None of these options were ideal - of course I would rather have sex with my husband and have a child like everyone else. I didn't like my options better than anyone else- but for her to respond that way really struck a chord with me.

I was filled with doubt - I thought I was ready to use an egg donor- but maybe she was right- would it all just be too freaky. Would I screw up the poor kid - should I just leave well enough alone and enjoy my niece? I really retreated into myself more and started thinking that perhaps this lady was right and I just wasn't meant for motherhood.

Finding out. . .

I got married to my husband Michael on January 30, 1999. He was 30 and I was 28 years old and we wanted to start a family right away! I assumed I would have no trouble. I had always joked about my wide child-bearing hips. I never imagined that I would have trouble getting pregnant. I had been on the pill for years! Off and on since I was 16 but mostly on. I got off the pill on our wedding night and assumed I would be pregnant within 6 months. BOY was I wrong.
About 2 months later I still hadn't had my period and I was feeling really "weird" I was having hot flashes, night sweats, painful intercourse, I was as dry as the Sahara desert (everywhere and I mean everywhere)- I thought- Gosh- is this what it feels like to be pregnant? I was working as a nurse at a large clinic at the time and took a pregnancy test and it was negative- so I went to one of the OB/GYN's to be checked. I remember when she was examining me - she got a really weird look on her face when I was describing my symptoms and them when she was doing the vaginal exam- she couldn't believe how dry I was down there. She did some blood work on me
but just said she was checking my hormone levels.

Well- fairly quickly we got the results back and my FSH was 113 and my Estrogen level was almost non-existent. She said I had Ovarian Failure and that I needed to see a Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE). I was dumbfounded. I had a million questions - it this temporary, do I still have eggs, it this because I was on the pill, will my ovaries start working again soon? I mean I was on a time line and this was really screwing things up.

I made an appointment almost immediately with a female RE in Bedford Texas who will remain nameless- but she had the absolute worst bedside manner I had ever come across. We walked in her office and it was covered with pictures of her children at all stages of development. Now mind you this lady is an infertility doctor working with women who are having a hard time conceiving - I found this display of her fertility much too "in-your-face." So we sat down (I was with my husband and mother) and she looks at my lab work for a second, shoves a box of tissue towards me and says "your have no eggs, you will never have any eggs, your only options are getting on Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT) and using an egg donor (ED). Here's a list of our prices for egg donation and IVF (in-vitro fertilization) and a prescription for Estrogen and Progesterone- let us know when you are ready to pick your egg donor."

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I never saw this coming. Ever. I was devastated. Inconsolable. Wrecked. I looked at my husband of only 2 months and thought you poor SOB- I guess you wish you could get out of this right about now. He was wonderful- he just held me and said he married me for me and if we wanted children we could do whatever I wanted. Problem was I didn't know what I wanted - I was in major denial and would stay there for awhile longer.

I tried to find information about POF (Premature Ovarian Failure) online and found a really helpful website called www.pofsupport.org. I found out that this condition is not as rare as you might think and that supposedly 8% of women diagnosed with POF spontaneously ovulate on their own sometime in the 1st 3 years after diagnosis. I was gonna be one of those people!!
I saw one other Endocrinologist who actually spent a lot of time with me and explained things a little better. he ran some more blood work looking for anti-ovarian antibodies (antibodies that attack the ovaries and render them useless) as well as a couple of other tests to see if we could come up with a reason for the ovarian failure. None of the lab tests came back with any answers. But he did confirm my worst fears that this was permanent. I had basically gone through menopause and the chances of my ovaries starting to work again were slim to none.

So I got on the HRT and started to feel really really sorry for myself. I felt like an old woman, a biological failure, a freak of nature. . . I felt like there must be some reason that God had decided that I shouldn't be a mother. I must be a real piece of crap. These are the things that went through my mind. This was a major low point in my life complicated by the fact that my hormones were completely out of whack. I started pushing my husband away and drinking a lot. I felt hopeless and lost.