IVF #1

On October 1-9, my husband and I went to Punta Cana for our 1 year anniversary.  It was amazing to get away, even thought I already had 2 Laparoscopic surgeries and tape on my stomach so the scars didn't get dark.  I didn't even care!  It was just so great to get away from everything we (I) have been through the past few months.  On the 14th, only 5 days after we got back to reality, I met with the fertility specialist.  He said IVF is your only option.  After he ran all his mandatory tests and blood work, we come to find I have Advanced Menstrual Age and borderline Diminished Ovarian Reserve, MTHFR, a FSH of 23 and AMH of .52.  On November 2nd, I went to the orientation that was required.  And before I knew it, I was going in for my retrieval on December 5th.  11 eggs were retrieved and 7 made it.  4 8A's, 2 8B's, and a 6B.  I was pretty pleased.  My RE told me I had the cadillac of embryos and they were going to transfer 2 8 A's on the 7th.  On the 7th, my husband and I go to the hospital and the RE tells me they found fluid the day of the retrieval and until we get in there and set up, he didn't know if I would be cancelled or not.  We get in there and he said, it's good to go!  No fluid.

December 17th.  I had 2 Christmas parties and a birthday party to attend.  The husband and I go to the mall and I start to bleed.  Bad.  It was over.  I knew right then it had failed.  I still had to go in on the 20th for a beta and of course, there was none.  I go to my WTF appointment with RE and I tell him that I have a feeling it was from the fluid in the right tube that caused this IVF to fail.  I told him I wanted to tube out or tied and he agreed that it needed to be tied.  January 17th, 2012, 4 days before my 33rd birthday, my right (and only tube) was tied.