Hello friends. How have you been? It’s been a while. Let’s just say life happened. A lot has been going on with my little family and I, which I will be sharing more of in the coming weeks and months. However, before I do that, I want to finish sharing my fertility journey. So, this is going to be part one of the final instalment of our miracle journey to becoming parents for the first time. I promise that the conclusion of the journey will follow next week. You might want to go back to the previous posts for a refresh as this follows on from the last part. Thank you for coming on this journey with me :-). So here goes…
Following our last unsuccessful treatment cycle, I was given double the dose of Clomid (compared to the first cycle) to take for days 2 to 6 of my next cycle. Due to the Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), my next period did not arrive till a few months later. As per treatment process, I rang the fertility clinic to inform them when it finally arrived so that I could then book my scan for day 12 of my cycle. What was said next broke me.
I was advised that I would not be able to commence the next treatment cycle as I needed to have an up-to-date smear test done. Anyone who is trying for a baby or going through fertility treatment knows how each month seems like such a long time. My feelings were that of ‘oh no, it’s going to take ages to sort out a smear test and get the results back, then wait for my period to make an appearance again and so on…’. With all those thoughts going on in my mind, I sadly accepted it and ended the conversation.
I happened to be out for lunch at the time of this conversation, with my amazing friend Hannah. To segue a little, I want to reiterate that God is so good, and he keeps his promises. He is so faithful. God knew that this was the time. I always say to my friend Hannah that she was meant to be a part of our journey. As soon as I got off the phone, she asked me what was wrong as at that point I had started crying. I relayed what the hospital had said.#
Immediately and with so much confidence, she advised me to call the hospital back to say that as I was only just due my smear test and as the previous result was normal, I was fine to go ahead with the treatment and delay my smear test until afterwards.
I know for a fact that if Hannah was not there at that moment and if she was not aware of our journey, I would have never called the hospital back. I am so thankful for you Hannah. God’s ways are not our ways, but his ways are so perfect, and he makes all things beautiful in his time.
So filled with renewed confidence, I called the hospital back and mentioned that I would still like to go ahead at that time with the treatment cycle and would get my smear test completed afterwards. Surprisingly, the lady accepted and mentioned something about going ahead at my own risk considering I was due my smear test but as the last test was normal and it was only just due, she would book me in for my scan at day 12 so I could start Clomid on day 2. Wow! It was easier than I thought it would be. I ended this conversation with different emotions. The two most prominent ones were that of gratitude – to God and Hannah for being there at that exact moment, and that of hope, that this could be the time.
I got home that evening and excitedly updated hubby of what had happened earlier on in the day. I also called my parents and we updated Anthony’s parents too. The next day, I started the course of Clomid (double dose of 100mg daily) for the next 5 days. During this same period, both our parents, independent of each other, felt that we should pray and fast for a few days specifically about trying for a baby.
So, all 6 of us prayed and fasted for a period and this was whilst we were undergoing treatment. Prayer is a way, as Christians, we communicate with God and fasting (abstaining from food or other necessities/luxuries) allows you to focus on God. During this period, we collectively made our request known to God, trusting that he was able to do exceedingly more than we could ask or imagine. At the end, God blessed us with peace about the situation.
Anthony and I attended our day 12 scan appointment. We went in for the scan where we were told that yes, it appeared that something was happening on my left ovary. Clomid appeared to have caused some follicles to start developing ready to release an egg meaning that ovulation was likely to occur. I recall mentioning to the doctor that the previous HSG test had indicated that my left fallopian tube was blocked and that was the side that the follicle appeared to be developing on.
The reason I mentioned this was because I was concerned that if ovulation did occur, it would appear unlikely that there would be a positive outcome due to being previously informed that the left tube was blocked. I remember that she didn’t appear concerned and I vaguely recall her mentioning that fertilisation was still possible. We must have been reassured because I do not recall us worrying about it. Looking back, I believe God gave us peace about it.
We left the room and shortly after met with a very lovely nurse who basically told us that it was good news and that we should go and have lots of sex as it was likely that we would ovulate. We would not know if I had ovulated though until we came back at day 21 to have a blood test which would tell us this. I remember just leaving the clinic so full of hope and joy and hubby was the same. Anthony and I had gotten to a place of peace about our journey and were trusting God that he would do it. God was and is able to do miracles.
I’ll end it there for this week. See you next week for the concluding part.
With all my love x
