However, each different pill only succeeded in making me bleed constantly.
Then my doctor would take me off of them and suggest it best not to take anything, rather than bleed to death.
Each new doctor would say "We can straighten you out" then they would tell me "I have tried everything and still don't know
why you don't ovulate".
We became hopeful again when I started taking Clomid after we moved to California. Reggie had been checked out again
and we knew his sperm was fine. We had new hope, my new doctor seemed confident that we would be parents. After doing
the ovulation tests, charting temperatures, using optimum "positions", and struggling with my infertily, nothing was
happening.
My husband and I had resolved ourselves to a life without children. I know that all marriages have ups and downs, but
dealing with infertility is emotionally stressful. I had such strong feelings of inadequacy as a woman. Each new doctor
would give me hope again, only to go into a depression with each negative pregnancy test. I was lucky to have some friends
that understood my situation, however most people did not understand the physical and emotional toll it took on me.
My husband and I worked hard to keep our marriage together despite 14 years of being on the emotional infertility
rollercoaster. Having just moved back to Texas, I started having severe cramps and pain on my left
side. I could hardly move and I was bleeding quite heavily, so my mother rushed me to the emergency room. When the
doctor told me "Your pregnant", I could not believe her. I told her she was wrong. I could not get pregnant. Then she told
me the bad news "It's an ectopic and we have to do emergency surgery now to remove it"
My surgery was successful, I survived, however now I only had my right ovary and was informed that I had an increase
possibly of 20 percent or higher that my next pregnancy would also be an ectopic. After 14 years of trying, I had given
up hope, yet my husband told me that it was a good sign. He went on to explain that it was hopeful because at least I was
able to get pregnant. I was in pain for a few months, gained alot of weight, then had a
HSG (hysterosalpingogram), then my doctor's
intern suggested "Let's put you on glucophage".
This is medication given to patients with diabetes. However, she suggested that it has caused some women to ovulate. I
have since discovered many other women with my same problems that have conceived after taking
glucophage. I don't know why more women are not told about this amazing side effect
of this drug. The medication did make me feel rather woozy, sick and I started losing weight. I don't know what made me
buy a pregnancy test, but I did. When I saw the results, I thought I was imaging it. I didn't tell anyone, I went to the
store and bought two more tests. They came up positive too. Then I called my doctor; he had me go into the emergency room
to get an ultrasound, since I was at a greater risk for an ectopic.
I cried when the doctor told me that I was pregnant and he was in the right location for a healthy pregnancy. I saw
Connor on the little screen; he looked more like a little kidney bean with a pulsating heart. When I told Reggie that he
was going to be a Daddy, he was both shocked and elated. As most of you know, I was sick every day from about 2 months to 9 months with
Connor, but he was worth it all. Connor is now 4 months old, has reddish hair, is growing so fast and he is a huge flirt.
Of course, neither or us knows where he gets that trait from ;)
We love to brag about our little boy so much that we will be posting pictures here on a regular basis.
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