Infertility. It’s an ugly word. Especially if you’re the one experiencing it. It crushes dreams, changes lives, ruins relationships, damages careers, depletes bank accounts… and that’s just scratching the surface.
If you’re reading this and going through infertility, I want to start by saying that I’m so sorry. It’s terribly unfair. No one expects to find themselves struggling to conceive, so most find themselves completely unprepared for what’s ahead. I hope that my experience can help.
I hate to say it, but 417-land is behind in reproductive medicine. There’s only so much that our local doctors and their facilities have the capacity to help with. I didn’t know or understand that at the beginning of my journey. And so, after months of trying, my husband and I went to my OB-GYN, certain that she would have the resources we’d need to succeed.
But I didn’t realize this until we’d spent eight months in her office, waiting and trying and paying thousands and thousands of dollars using popular but outdated medications along with a technique that only boasts a 10 percent chance of working for some couples.
Every month we hoped and we prayed for a positive pregnancy test, and we did everything we could to ensure that this would be the cycle that we conceived our baby. And every month, our hearts were broken, all because we didn’t have the right testing or the right tools to help us conceive a child here in 417-land.
And so we branched out. We began treatment with a fertility clinic in St. Louis whose sole focus is advanced reproductive medicine. We were finally in the hands of a team of professionals who could give us a diagnosis and make our dream a reality.