10 May 2012

Our First IVF Appointment

After the Patient Information Evening we attended, the next event on the calendar was our first appointment in the IVF clinic. While the wait hasn’t been too difficult, I’m frustrated with how often my appointments are cancelled and rescheduled. This time it was only delayed a couple of days - but it was so close to the start of my period, we worried it might delay our treatment another month.


Mostly the doctor repeated the same information from the patient’s evening, but she also gave us the result from our most recent tests. Mr Goldfish’s results all look normal, but my anti-mullerian hormone test was 2.07 which suggests a low ovarian reserve. This doesn’t necessarily affect our IVF chances, but they’ll probably need to use a higher dose of stimulating hormones.

She checked our huge stack of forms and asked details about our medical history. This was the part I'd been dreading, as I have a few chronic medical conditions that make it impossible to work. In the end, it was decided that we didn’t need counselling, but they have referred me to a specialist in pregnancies with existing conditions. To be honest it is probably a good thing, as in my previous pregnancy I worried that they seemed happy to ignore any long standing illnesses. On the other hand it’s also quite maddening, as it isn’t the IVF treatment they are worried about. It’s the effect pregnancy may have on these conditions that has them worried - and that's a fair way off yet. In any case there isn’t any treatment for my conditions, so to have our IVF treatment delayed while we wait for a referral to a doctor who can’t do anything is quite frustrating.

So now we wait. The doctor said we would be a priority and they would try to squeeze us in as soon as possible, but I’ve heard that before. We could be waiting weeks just for the letter, much less the actual appointment. Trying to conceive has turned into something of a bureaucratic nightmare; form filling, waiting in queues, seeking authorization from unknown people. It’s a draining experience over which I feel I have no control.

This was originally written for the Emma's Diary Blog.