A Taste of IVF Over 40

Archive for October 2007

As it turned out, the doctor my GP selected no longer worked at Melbourne IVF and so I decided to select my own doctor. 

I searched the Melbourne IVF website and chose a doctor. 

Honestly? … I picked him because he’d led a team that had worked with a female guerrilla at the Melbourne Zoo and I thought he sounded like the kind of guy who thinks outside the square with a passion for progress.

I was very disappointed to discover there was quite a wait to see my doctor.  In the end, “that’s OK” I thought; “I’ve got plenty of time”  (?)

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I live in Melbourne and I asked my local GP for a referral to an IVF specialist. 

It seemed to me that my GP selected an IVF doctor from the top of his head.  So, I asked him how he came about choosing this particular doctor (at Melbourne IVF) and he said this IVF doctor had referred someone to him in the past. 

I decided to settle for this referral given that I did not know any more than my GP did.

I decided to start a journal about my IVF experience.  Our computers, newsagents, televisions and bookshops are full of information for pregnant women.  What about the women trying to become pregnant on IVF?  How do they know what’s normal on a daily basis while they undergo their treatment? 

I think I’m pretty normal.  This is my IVF story. 

I truly, desperately, hope this is a very short journal.  Apparently most first time IVF-ers have the same innocent optimism as me.  That somehow I am ‘special’, more special than other women, and that I will indeed conceive a beautiful child – first time.

I am starting my second attempt at IVF.  However, this might as well be my first attempt because it’s been eight years since my earlier attempt.  To be truthful, I can’t remember that much about it.  It must be like childbirth – you blank out that which is painful.  It didn’t work.  Well it did, until I lost the baby at around 11 weeks. 

My husband and I cannot conceive.  He is completely infertile as a result of the mumps when he was young. 

My goodness I am totally driven to reproduce – it’s unbelievable.  If someone told me building a house or starting a business would be this difficult I’d not give it a second thought.  Yet, this is compelling.  I want to grow old with family around me.  I want to feel like I left a footprint on the planet and an impact on my family. 

::: When I first announced my age to my doctor I felt like there was very little hope.  Why didn’t anyone tell me that at age 40, reproductively speaking, you’re an old woman?  When I told the IVF counsellor I could have sworn she looked at me with pity in her eyes.  All this is very sobering for an optimist like me.  I did find the nurses a little more enthusiastic. :::