So, the testing has started! I’m actually quite glad as it feels like we’re getting somewhere – we’re making positive steps in the right direction….hopefully.
When you’re told you will be going for fertility testing, you crumble a bit….what if there is a problem? What if there isn’t a problem and we’re a medical mystery? What if it’s something we can’t fix? There are a lot of ‘What if’s’ on this journey but something I’ve learned is you cannot control the ‘what if’s’ or the ‘maybe’s’….you can’t control anything. You just need to go with the flow and hope mother nature is kind to you and has given you a problem that can be fixed. It’s wrong but you secretly hope they find something…but something that doesn’t mean it’s the end of your journey to becoming parents!
So it’s Friday, I’m due for an abdominal scan at St Mary’s. I’m guzzling my 2 pints of water an hour before and hoping to god there are no delays. But of course there are delays (remember, we’re not blessed with good luck…of course this isn’t straight forwards)!
“Due to staff sickness, our appointments are running behind schedule, sorry for any inconvenience”! You have got to be kidding me, I’m fit to burst already. Although I’ve drank my 2 pints, I’ve taken a bottle of water with me and sipping it throughout the wait – WHY??? I’m going to pop and I’m adding to it….this isn’t going to be pretty if I blow!
After a 30 minute delay (bearing in mind I’ve been holding my pee for over an hour), I’m called up for the scan. I almost waddle to her, hoping I’m not going to let it all out on the waiting room floor. The sonographer is a lovely lady, asks how I am, noting the waddle. “Bursting” I tell her…”you’d best not press too hard”! She points to a door. “Please can you go and have a wee, given your history I want to do an internal”! Oh dear Lord, the probe! I’ve never been more thankful for an internal scan…I could have kissed her!
As I’m undressing (although I’m now used to this, it still feels very bizarre chatting to a stranger whilst my arse is out), she asks me about the last scan, what they saw and whether I had a follow up. Of course we go into details about the nightmare that took me to hospital with Sepsis. She tells me she won’t talk to me much and she might look blank faced – I’m assured that this is her concentration face!
The probing starts and she is very gentle….a welcome change to the usual ‘digging for gold’ probers. She asks me if anyone has ever commented on my uterus. Oh this is another thing I’m well read on….in the numerous scans I’ve had. I’ve been told preiously I have an abnormality with my uterus – each time though it’s different! I’ve had a bicornuate uterus, arcuate uterus, partial septum….everything but a normal* uterus! Each differs and most can cause problems with getting pregnant, staying pregnant or carrying to full term. She tells me mine is arcuate. Thankfully this is the mildest of the abnormalities.
To explain it in bog standard, lay person terms, your uterus should be a pear shape….mine is a dinted pear (its the bruised looking one at the supermarket you wouldn’t normally take but don’t mind if its the last one on offer, it’s not as bad as it could be)! She asks whether I have been told if I have a septum too (a septum is like a flap of skin growing down the centre of the uterus and dividing it in two). She can’t see it but the surgeon from Oldham may well have done. He didn’t say he had so she is confident that it isn’t too problematic. I might need a 3D scan though just to make sure. She tells me it could be causing the miscarriages but she doubts it, given the mildness of the abnormality.
She also explains that the lining of my left side of the uterus doesn’t look like it should. It differs to the right side but she’s not too worried about it. She tells me that this sometimes happens when a woman has had a D&C and it can normally correct itself. PHEW!
We talk about the rest of the testing. She specifically wants to know what the hospital have said about trying for a baby. I tell her we’re on pause until the blood tests have been completed as if I get pregnant before them, I come of the waiting list and have to go back to the end of the queue if anything happens! We can’t risk it again. She tells me I’m ovulating (Scott detests this word….). How bloody annoying! When time isn’t on your side you want to try and catch every egg. When you’re told you can’t it’s so frustrating. You know it’s a missed opportunity! ARGH! Still, it’s for the best! Once the tests are out of the way and we’re waiting for the results hopefully they’ll let us start again!
Just 2 more weeks until the blood tests….! I can’t believe I’m willing those two weeks away! For someone who hated needles, I’m not doing too bad!
*(if you want to do some further reading on abnormalities of the uterus, this page is really clear and explains them well http://www.babycentre.co.uk/a1038163/abnormalities-of-the-uterus-and-fertility )