When we had our day-long marathon first visit to the clinic in February, Dr. Sleepy said that he felt he could get and keep Mia pregnant. Mia and Urs entertained the idea just long enough to ask what he would do differently, then they dismissed it just as quickly as the topic had entered the conversation. Dr. Sleepy always agreed with her European doctor's diagnosis of a type of immunological incompatibility (probably dealing with antiphospholipid issues), but he said that pending further testing, he could probably treat the problem. He implied but didn't explicitly state that testing for and treatment of recurrent pregnancy loss is more sophisticated here in the States than it is in their home country, and that if they ever wanted to explore the option of Mia carrying her own pregnancy, he could run a panel of tests on her.
The poor retrieval and fert rate in March led Dr. Sleepy to believe that egg quality had also been a factor in Mia's previous inability to achieve and maintain a pregnancy. At first he recommended moving straight to donor egg, then said that they could try one more cycle with Mia's eggs with the addition of the growth hormone Saizen added in to her protocol. As many of you know, Mia and Urs chose this option. We also talked at great length about other options, to include the possibility of a dual transfer to both Mia and to myself if she had the testing and got good results. The clinic did not allow us to do a dual transfer, but Mia still decided to proceed with the testing while she was here in May so that she and Urs had a full scope of the options available to them. Her test results came back good; the issue isn't so bad that it can't be treated and Dr. Sleepy has every reason to believe that she can complete a healthy pregnancy, especially if and when they have to proceed to DE. He is not discouraging them from surrogacy; he understands that attempting pregnancy is as much of a mental challenge as it is a physical one, and he is completely supportive of whatever route they take next.
I am equally supportive. Being their surrogate is not my priority. Doing whatever I can as a friend to help them have a baby is my main priority, even if that means sitting along side Urs and holding both of their hands as Mia is the one in the stirrups for a transfer. I just want to see them become parents, and how they get there is far less important than the fact that they just get there.
They are taking some time to think, and I've encouraged them to take as long as they need. I can only imagine how difficult this decision is for them. Mia sounds more encouraged than ever before about her body's ability to carry her baby, but with three mid-to-late first trimester miscarriages and one devastating loss at 24 weeks (all from natural pregnancies) and three failed IVFs (excluding my two transfers), the question is more about her emotional ability to attempt pregnancy than it is about her physical ability to do so. I think that they are leaning more in the direction of transferring to her and are using this time to let the concept sink in before saying for sure that that is what they want to do. No matter what they ultimately decide, I will still be with them through every step of the way, happily supporting and encouraging my friends as they continue forth on their journey to parenthood.
In related news, I have not started bleeding yet and the longer it takes, the edgier I get. I don't even feel the slightest hint of pressure or cramping. I do, however, feel fleeting bouts of the all-day nausea that is usually rolling into full swing by this point in pregnancy. Somewhere in my mind I am vaguely aware that I am approaching week 6 of what should have been a healthy pregnancy. The nausea coupled with the knowledge that this is not a viable pregnancy was enough to tip me over the edge, and I spent yesterday hiding and crying on and off all day. It did not make for a completely happy Father's Day for Frank, given the fact that he was so concerned about me. He should have been the one catered to, yet he was the one doing the catering. God bless him. I think maybe I'll keep him. Expect to hear lots of gushy stuff about Frank the Fantastic Fartknocker in the next couple of weeks, as our 12th anniversary is on the 22nd and his birthday is July 6.
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