I am a natural optimist (contrary to some of the sadder things that may have been posted here). But at this point, I have to be honest—it’s hard to seriously believe we’re likely to be successful in having a second kid. We have had at least 6 miscarriages. Every miscarriage increases the risk that the next pregnancy will be a miscarriage. Also, having had an abortion increases miscarriage risk for the next two years. I always have thin linings, which is not great for pregnancy outcomes. I’m 37, which is borderline geriatric when thinking about fertility. Plus, we have about a 1/20 change of having another baby with anencephaly. So, if the average infertile person has a 50-60% chance of success with a genetically normal embryo, we have to be well, well below that.
Sometimes I don’t even think about the second kid we’re going to have and instead just think about how happy I’m going to be when we’re done with all of this fertility crap. I actually find myself saying things like, “once we’ve blown through the rest of these embryos….”
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