Well as you've probably guessed from my radio silence my beta dropped on Tuesday. It went from 9 to 5.2. I went back this morning and it was down to 4.7. I have to go back again on Monday and hopefully it's down to zero.
I could sit here and tell you all about how I'm not going to give up, how I trust in The Lord and His plan, how I know that we will be parents one day. But that wouldn't be an honest representation of what I'm feeling right now. Right now, in this moment, I've lost hope. I can't help but to question if we will EVER be parents. That maybe it's God's will for us NOT to be parents. My heart is broken, my spirit is crushed, and I am so very tired. The weight of this struggle is just too much. I feel like I am drowning in sorrow. And there's a part of me that just wants to float to the bottom.
The hardest part of all of this for me is watching D struggle. It literally tears me apart to see him hurting so badly. And I can't help but feel responsible. All I can think of is that he deserves better than this. I hate that he has to experience this and I'd do ANYTHING to take his pain away. But it's not something I have the power to do.
So here we sit. Childless. Running out of options. Running out of money, and definitely running out of hope. We'll meet with Dr. H tomorrow and see what he has to say. I know he doesn't have the answers I so desperately seek. Yes, "normal" embryos have a 70% success rate. So the odds were in our favor. But 70% is not 100%. There are other things that can go wrong and obviously it did. Could it be my uterus? We've never had any indication but I'll be asking about running some tests to confirm that before our next transfer for sure. But the fact of the mater is he can't provide me with a reason or explanation of why this didn't work. And he can't provide me with a guarantee that the next transfer will work either. There's no peace to be found. Honestly there won't be until I hold my baby in my arms (if that day ever comes).
I'm grateful that we still have 2 frozen blasts that tested normal. That's about all the positivity I can come up with right now. As I mentioned in an earlier post while I'm SO thankful for my frozen babies it doesn't stop the pain that is associated with this transfer. It's now 6 babies that we've transferred and lost. Six. That seems like more pain than anyone should have to bear. Three fresh IVF cycles, 4 transfers, and still nothing. We won't be able to cycle again until Dec. which is the month that we did our first IVF cycle. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we'd still be in this position at this point in time. Call it being naive, but through every step of this process I kept thinking it was the last step. This journey has changed me. I'm scarred, damaged, broken. And regardless of if we ever get a baby I will never be the person I was before experiencing this. Just one more heartbreak to add to the list.