My husband and I had a happy ending to our harrowing IVF journey in 2021 when our son was born using donor sperm and egg. I was 45 at the time and am now 47. We adore him - he is an exceptionally sociable and confident little boy and we love him more than I even thought possible.
We had such an incredible experience after his birth that we had initially planned to try to have a second baby (we have frozen embryos from same donors). As time has gone on, however, we have both become more aware of our age in looking after him. No matter how fit you try to keep yourself in your late 40s, it would seem you can’t quite beat Mother Nature- keeping up with a toddler is exhausting!
The hardest times have been when he is sick with a bug and we are sick too. We have no practical support from family or friends (they are at a different stage in their lives) so we don’t get to sleep unless we pay someone for a few hours. We both have older relatives who are starting to need care and I’m conscious that I will have menopause on the way soon too!
We are trying to be sensible in staying healthy for our little boy so we can give him the support he needs and so that we won’t be a burden to him when we are older. With all of the above in mind, we are reluctantly trying to make peace with our decision not to have a second child. We worry for the future, though, that our son will miss having a sibling, particularly someone who would share his (double donor) genetic history. We have made sure we have enough put by for our care when we are older.
I’m finding that as friends are falling pregnant for the second time I’m grieving for the baby we might have had, as is my husband. My husband isn’t happy to donate full-sibling embryos to someone else so we would have to offer them for research instead. Has anyone else found themselves in a similar situation and, if so, how did you cope? Thanks for reading all the way to the end 😊