Tuesday was a very difficult day.
I don’t write about politics. All I can say is that having a super low beta with a GC and DE was enough of a hard day. The election was making it super nerve-wracking for me.
Both Bob and I had prior engagements on Tuesday night. But both of us just wanted to be with each other so we canceled what we had for the night. We went to this local Indian restaurant for dinner. All I wanted was peace and quiet. Unfortunately, four TV screens were on with the election coverage. I tried to avoid looking at the screens, but a few glimpses of them just stressed me out even more. When I got home, I decided to go to bed and leave my phone out of the bedroom.
I did not sleep well at all. I kept waking up in the middle of the night. You know you feel the weakest when you are in and out of sleep. And I just wanted to stay in bed all day the next day. My husband has been the pillar of my strength. He encouraged me that if I could muster enough energy, work actually could serve as a great distraction.
We prayed that night and Wednesday morning for God’s will to be done. We prayed for Annie. And we prayed for God’s peace and strength to be with us. God answered our prayers.
Once I was at work, I was feeling much better. I was amazed that somehow God renewed my strength despite having a horrible Tuesday. I emailed my therapist that morning with the news of the low beta and a request for a time slot on that day for therapy if there was one. What a miracle that she happened to have a cancellation on that day. The Lord was taking care of my needs.
In the session, I cried several times. It was tremendously helpful to speak with a person who has seen many different scenarios of triumphs and failures in the infertility world. I wondered out loud whether or not God is telling me that I shouldn’t have a child. She reminded me that most people would know when they should stop. And it is still amazing that my husband and I still have strong desires to bring home a child. So that speaks volume as usually one person would want to stop while the other would want to continue on. She also reminded me that we still have chances and options. So we are far from the doom and gloom that I was feeling on that day. When I felt a certain way, ask myself if that thought is helpful. Take it one day at a time. And let myself process the feelings. I knew all of this, but it was helpful to hear it again.
One interesting thing that my therapist told me was that her three-year-old niece had a beta of 12 on 8dp5dt as an embryo. She said that her niece is perfect in every way. So it IS possible to have a positive outcome from a low beta. But, I am a realistic person and I knew that our chances of that would be low.
Our prayers continued to be, no matter what the outcome, we wanted it to be aligned with God’s will. It is difficult, but if we believe that God is sovereign and has a perfect plan, then we have to trust Him even though we don’t like the outcome.
I was at complete peace yesterday, the day of second beta results. I still had a glimmer of hope that the beta might have risen. I left the event “heartbeat appointment” on my calendar for November 30 and I hadn’t contacted a potential client’s parent about an opening on November 29 thinking that maybe we still needed to go to Annie’s state. I wasn’t feeling nervous or anxious. This was what I was staring at all day long reminding myself of God’s character. “Delay doesn’t mean denial” is what I have to remember.
And guess what? I had to give a presentation in the afternoon. This is the second time I had to give a presentation on second beta day. And I thought that I would be safe from pregnant women this time because the topic was for parents with young children. Somehow the recruitment was done with expectant moms as well and so I ended up with six or seven ladies with bumps. God really carried me through because I was feeling no bitterness, jealousy, or uneasiness, even when the ladies chatted about pregnancy symptoms and the babies’ kicks right before the presentation started. God protected me from falling apart. In fact, it was a great presentation despite my special circumstances. It also helped that I hadn’t received the beta results prior to the presentation so I could just focus on the parents or parents-to-be rather than on the outcome of Max.
I didn’t hear from Dr. E until after 5. Annie’s blood draw was done at 10:30am. I guess in Annie’s state “STAT” means six hours of wait. So the beta came back at 11, which means that the embryo has barely grown if at all. I am thankful for early beta so we don’t agonize over the next week waiting for it to come. And I am also very grateful for it to be a clear cut “No” rather than it rising some but not much. Annie was to stop all meds except for the prenatal and thyroid meds.
Dr. E and I immediately went into action mode. There is a brand new test on the market that just came out two weeks ago. It tests the epigenetic information of the sperm. It wasn’t available when we were doing the DNA fragmentation test. It may shed some light on some subtle genetic problems on the sperm that are not picked up on PGS as PGS only tests the chromosomal structure of the embryos. So the theory is that, even PGS tested normal embryos may have these subtle genetic problems contributed by the sperm that could not be detected. The test is pricey, but it may tell us more information about how any genetic problems may affect the embryos in whatever way. We are still planning on a transfer two embryos in 5 weeks. Dr. E is going to prepare Annie’s lining differently this time, adding Lu.pron in the mix. Her staff is going to order the kit for the test for us and we should get the results within two to three weeks.
I have to say how thankful I am for my husband. I love him more than anything. Every single time we have a setback, he has been there for me. I know that he has his own way of processing bad news and his emotions. I know his pattern and I reminded myself on beta day that he would start to feel angry in a couple of days. He did yesterday but he recovered really well. Yesterday he said this to me, “I admire and love you so much. You get punched by all of these things. You pick yourself up and move on.” I can say the same thing about him. God is working and stretching our faith. He has put the two of us together for a very particular purpose. And we have to remember to hold on to God and to each other in difficult times so that our marriage continues to be strong.
As we put away Max’s photo and mourn its loss, we have to remember that there is still hope and there are still options for us. Despite this delay, we still have strong desires to be parents. Like I was meditating yesterday, God is sovereign and in control of everything. He has a plan for us. I pray that this plan includes babies in our future.
Thank you for all the love, thoughts, and prayers from you.