Read My Story Here…
My name is Patricia (Mrs Okon) and I am 35 years old.
I used to be “Barren” for close to 7 years plus but God used a special man to answer my prayers, with a new bundle of joy fertility booster…
My story will be of interest to you whether or not you are an infertility patient. It is a story of the ups and downs of life, and the fact that as brilliant as nature is, it isn’t perfect.
I wasn’t brought up as a spoiled child, but I have had a great life, and that is not an exaggeration.
Although my parents didn’t have deep pockets, but always tried to satisfy me with all what I wanted in life, they also buy things from my small cousins whenever they come around, this made me fall in love with kids!
I later discovered I LOVED kids so much and I could not wait to have mine as soon as possible!
“How I Met & Married the Most
Amazing Man in The World!
My life was going as planned, I was happy and exited, looking forward to when I will get pregnant and give birth to a baby boy or girl!
I studied hard, got perfect grades at school, passed out in flying colours then secured a mouth-watering first job.
As if that was not enough, I met and married the most wonderful man in the world who made me so happy than I imagined I could ever be.
He was a medical student when we met and our whirlwind romance led to the altar…
So we got married and expected to start a family as soon as we were more matured, better educated and financially stable.
After a while, I went back to school and obtained a Master’s degree.
Not surprisingly, I got another fantastic job with an even bigger pay packet.
My husband finished from medical school and was in his third year doing residency.
We Didn’t Know That Having A Baby Was Not That Easy…
Now we were finally ready to start a family.
Remember I loved babies?
So I wanted to have many as soon as possible.
But things didn’t turn out that way. Little did we know that having a baby was not something we would be able to plan.
A year passed I didn’t get pregnant.
What Could be Wrong?
Keep trying, everyone advised.
It’s the anxiety, or the stress, or the weather.
I heard all sorts of theories that did little or nothing to help.
“Another Year Passed, the Same Story!”
We consulted one specialist after another. I’ll never forget the day that we met with a fertility specialist who invited us for a chat.
That was how we got to know about Nisa Premier Hospital, Abuja after visiting several other places and engaging in series of invasive and particularly painful diagnostic tests.
It was at Nisa Premier that we learned we might probably never be able to have a baby on our own.
The specialist said it would be in our interest to try some less invasive treatments first but that at the end of the day, if we were to ever get pregnant, it would probably be through In-vitro Fertilization (IVF).
“Fear Gripped Me and I Almost Started Sweating…
The news of the diagnosis and its repercussions hit me hard.
I wasn’t prepared for this kind of news, not at all. Although the air-conditioner was on in the room, but I was immediately drenched in my own sweat and could feel my dress sticking to my body.
I looked deeply into the doctor’s eyes, in the hope of finding an answer or at least an explanation for the damning diagnosis, but they only reflected my own dark fears and desperation.
I felt my husband’s hand gripping mine firmly and his touch brought me back to reality. My mind became active.
I began to think again.
Isn’t that the method for older people that can’t have children?
Is IVF not for women who wait too long while they’re busy pursuing their careers and then change their minds and realize they want to have children after all?
“I’m 35 for goodness sake!
My husband is 40″
Our life is just beginning…
We are not too old . We have done everything right!
This wasn’t supposed to be our fate. So many questions ran through my mind. What if IVF failed?
There were certainly no guarantees. Were we prepared to adopt? Could we live child-free?
More questions than answers. I returned to work after the appointment and somehow made it through the day.
I was still in shock. I went home at the end of the day, locked myself in the room and cried harder than I can remember ever crying.
I wept in the realization that I may never have a baby…..
I may never have someone to call me “mummy.”….
I may never see my husband as a “daddy.”
I was mourning for the life I was terrified I would never have.
How My 1st Ever IVF attempt Turned Out…
That year at the doctor’s office, i had to undergo series of laboratory tests, procedures and I was given some injections to make sure our bodies are ready, which I even listed below here….
Other painful procedures
Of course later, these came back with unbearable symptoms and side effects like…
Weight gain and exhaustion etc
Month after month, I went through the same vicious cycle; the same physical symptoms and emotional roller coaster.
I would go through another painful round of procedures and tests, endured all of the side effects that go along with the hormones I was injected, and get my hopes up until I received the call from the nurses at the clinic with my pregnancy test results.
No, I was not pregnant.
The treatment failed yet again. Would I like to try again next month?
The nurse asked me.
Yes, I guess I would. Hope it’s a powerful drug? And so we continued to try.
I Became More and More Depressed And
Stopped Going For Baby Showers…
The longer it went on, the more hopeless I became. The more depressed I became and the more I retreated into my own cocoon.
I distanced myself from most of my friends because most of them either had babies or were pregnant.
It was hard not to feel jealous.
I stopped going for baby celebrations.
I stopped going to church where there were babies and pregnant women everywhere.
Seeing babies was a painful reminder of the life I thought I may never have.
I started making up excuses as to why I couldn’t attend this event or that event—even places where I thought I might encounter the talk of babies or pregnancy were off limits.
“My Work Became A Route of Escape from all things
Fertility and Babies…
The mere mention of babies felt like a physical blow to the abdomen.
All the more so, hearing young mothers complain about their children’s behaviour, their lack of sleep, their inability to go out at night anymore, and so on, and so forth—was enough to make me want to scream.
I couldn’t stand hearing comments like: “You’re so lucky you don’t have kids, you still have your freedom.”
To me, these seemingly innocuous comments felt like the most cruel words anyone could ever utter and it took all my self-control not to burst into tears when I heard them.
So I avoided them altogether.
While I used to live for the weekends, I now couldn’t wait to get to the office on Monday morning.
Work was my escape from all things baby—a place where I could leave the world of infertility behind; where I was judged by my performance and not by my inability to procreate.
How My Major Breakthrough Happened…
In July 2017 I tested positive for a pregnancy.
I thought it was a joke because we weren’t trying at the time at all.
I carried the pregnancy up to 10 weeks but, unfortunately I had a miscarriage.
Our hearts was filled with sadness and sorrow, but we moved on.
After the miscarriage we decided to see my GYNE, and he advised I do a progesterone test and ovulation tracking to know when i am ovulating.
I heard him explain to my husband that the lack of progesterone hormone which is also known hormonal imbalance frequently results to recurrent early miscarriages.
“Behold, I Became Again Pregnant for the Second Time”
This happened around September 2017, same last year.
I became pregnant the 2nd time as I noticed the feeling but this time it was a “blighted ovum” after I went to do a pelvic scan to confirm the pregnancy.
Then going to see my doctor, he explained this type of pregnant sometimes occur that nothing could be done and advised flushing it to prevent infection.
After agreeing with the flushing, we continued with our lives.
He also advised that I rest and come back after one month to take some hormonal injections and Clomid to boost my fertility.
I agreed to his instructions as usual but this time, i decided to follow my intuition and take my fertility in my own hands…
I had already taken like 6 cycles of Clomid and couldn’t tolerate the symptoms any more.
“How My Bitter Story Finally Changed”
In November 2017, I started looking for natural ways to conceive and I joined several groups on Facebook talking about pregnancy; fertility-boosting diets, fertility smoothies, healthy ways to boost your ovulation to conceive and then the Bundle of Joy therapy; that was exactly how God led me discover Dr. Gilbert whom used changed my life forever!
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