We've finally had our first appointment at the IVF/PGD clinic to talk through the process. I guess they were checking us out as much as we were - suitable candidates to be parents??! I am not looking forward to starting IVF, as I hate needles and the thought of injecting myself with hormones. I was still hoping we'd get there eventually naturally, but so far it hasn't happened, and given what has happened to us, I guess there's not much alternative. They will send us the forms to get everything started, and then they'll start developing the Fluorescent In Situ Hybradisation (FISH) probes they will use to analyse any embryos we manage to get for the unbalanced translocation. This shouldn't take more than three months, and then we will be able to start the treatment.
This blog charts our story in trying to have a family. It describes the soul-destroying, mind-bending, insanity-producing experience of being told that your baby has serious abnormalities, and to decide that you believe it to be kinder, for the baby, not to continue with the pregnancy. And to be faced with this situation twice. This is not a blog which is pro-TFMR or anti-CTT (carrying to term). This is purely the story of what has happened to my husband and I and how we came to our decisions.
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