Fertility Treatments and a Chemical Pregnancy
My husband and I were unable to conceive naturally. While upsetting, this was not the worst news we’d receive. I had 4 unsuccessful IUIs and then onto IVF. We had a successful retrieval resulting in 7 embryos. We froze 5 and transferred 2 fresh day-5 embryos. I had a positive blood test, but at my first sonogram, the tech saw nothing (chemical pregnancy). We were heartbroken.
Dealing with Sustained HCG Levels
A couple of weeks later, my HCG levels started to increase again (incomplete miscarriage or ectopic). My treatment was injections of methotrexate, and I was told I should not try to for 3 months. I spent that time doing everything I could to prepare my body for my next transfer: fertility diet, meditation, therapy, acupuncture, reiki, yoga, massage and a support group.
Getting Pregnant Again
When it was time, we transferred 2 frozen embryos. I was pregnant again…with fraternal twins! It was too good to be true (literally). My gut told me not to get excited. At my 12-week ultrasound, we were told that our twins were measuring 5 days apart and that the pregnancy would have to be monitored closely. We were very worried and concerned.
Twins and Selective Reduction
While Baby A looked great, Baby B’s growth was falling more and more behind. By 20 weeks, I was diagnosed with preeclampsia and Baby B had severe intrauterine growth restriction (IUGR) measuring at just 13 weeks. My doctors told us that I was at risk for losing the entire pregnancy, and that I should have a multifetal pregnancy reduction in hopes of saving Baby A and my own health. We could not believe what we were hearing. We decided to get more opinions, but it was unanimous. THIS was the most devastating news I had ever received in my life. I had the reduction at 21 weeks. I still cry thinking about that day.
A Baby is Born
I was told I’d be fortunate to make it to 28 weeks with Baby A. I prayed to God every night to please help me get through the rest of this pregnancy. I made it to 24 weeks (a viable baby!), then 28 weeks and then to 30 weeks, the day of my shower! My preeclampsia worsened: At 35 ½ weeks, it was time. I am proud to say I now have a beautiful and healthy baby boy. I must have a guardian angel watching over him (perhaps my Baby B). I hope my story brings you hope.