I hadn’t really considered the emotional pain of secondary infertility before. It’s different to the suffering I experienced trying to have my first child but it’s still there.
I’m still in a bit of disbelief that this is happening to us when it’s seemingly so easy for less healthy and older people. I never imagined this would be something I experienced in life and having to endure the waves of hope and despair in silence is brutal. I’m glad to be able to vent here.
We are very very lucky that the first transfer worked and produced my beautiful son 3.5 years ago. I foolishly assumed it would be straight forward trying for a sibling. The FET in January didn’t work. It was a 5 day “grade a”. I am told there could still be a genetic fault with any embryo and so it’s common for this to happen.
It’s hard not to blame myself for it failing - unlike last successful transfer, this time I am working, I haven’t been as consistent with vitamins, I haven’t done acupuncture, I haven’t been going therapy or eaten as many greens and I still have a coffee a day.
I’m not getting my hopes up and am somewhat emotionally detached from it but who knows…It’s just an expensive game of luck huh?