Coffee Date 1
Our infertility story
The microwave push
I was not always interested in becoming a mother. One day, I was watching my food heat up in the microwave then my mom pushed me out of the way and said, âI want grandchildrenâ!
This was a curious statement as I did not see the connection between my food warming up and having a family. She explained that if I stood in front of the microwave, it could affect my reproductive system. This is not a scientific fact, but I appreciated her genuine concern.
As a little junior higher, I said, âBut I donât want kids. They will ruin my body.â To which she wisely stated, âRight now you donât, but one day you will.â Boy, was she right.
The email: June 2019
This was after two years of trying to conceive. I said, âHey baby, we received the results of your semen analysis. Can you read this email with meâ? Ben replied, âSure, whatâs upâ? The email from Benâs doctor read, âWe found no sperm in your semen.â And there begins our infertility story.
You had me at snowflake: JuneâAugust 2019
Many early mornings cluttered our already busy schedule. The blood draw lab opened at 6:30am, so we would be up, ready for the day, and out the door by 5:45am. We started becoming regulars. The staff even knew us by name. We would turn our blood draw mornings into coffee dates to make it more fun.
The doctors were trying to figure out what was going on with Ben. The blood tests ruled out a genetic reason for his azoospermia. An embarrassing physical exam ruled out a blockage. And surgery was put on the books to âopen him up,â for lack of a better phrase.
As per protocol with infertile couples, I had to go through a series of tests. My testing involved lots of blood work and a traumatic hysterosalpingogram ultrasound. You would think that ultrasound means âjelly on the belly.â Nope, this was a very different type of ultrasound; it was much more invasive. In the end, though, all the blood tests and ultrasounds deemed me healthy and fertile.
The lab work and doctorâs appointments were like the entrance exam to become part of our local Reproductive, Endocrine, and Infertility (REI) clinic. We attended the orientation class in a crowded room with at least twenty other couples. We did not learn anything new until our private conversation with the doctor at the end.
We patiently waited to speak with him, and when we did, we found out two things. First, based on our current situation, our only option for biological children would be IVF. At this point in time, Benâs surgery had not occurred yet. The surgery would determine if there were any little swimmers they could use for IVF.
Two, the doctor in passing mentioned something called a snowflake program. Since each baby is unique, like a snowflake. This type of program allows infertile couples to adopt embryos, fertilized eggs, from other couples who have already undergone IVF. Essentially, the adoptive couple experiences the pregnancy and birth of their adopted baby. Since my body was healthy, this new information perked our ears up, so we both made a mental note. It gave us lots to pray about, and so we did.
The surgery results: OctoberâNovember 2019
Benâs surgery was in October, and the wait for the results was long. We found out in November that Ben has unexplained azoospermia. There is no medical reason for it; it just is. A little after processing the surgery results, we shared the news with extended family and friends. The email went like this:
Christian Mingle for babies: November 2019âJanuary 2020
Although the heartache was real, we had a little glimmer of hope. Before the official results came in, Ben had encouraged me to do embryo adoption research, just in case. Because of this, we had a phone call meeting set up with a potential embryo donor for early December.
Essentially, we went on Christian Mingle, but for embabies. I prefer saying embabies instead of embryos. Ben and I met on Christian Mingle, so it was weird that I found my husband and my future babies online. It makes me grateful to have been born on this side of the internet. Within a week of putting up our profile, we were in communication with our potential embaby donor.
Fortunately, it was a great match! We both had a peaceful gut feeling about moving forward, and so we did. About six weeks after that phone conver...