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T he doctor shuffled the papers holding our test results. I had just had the first of what would turn out to be many internal ultrasound scans and was feeling shaken by the brutal indignity of it: When I was 28, five years and 48 crushingly regular periods ago, I suddenly and desperately wanted a baby. Two of my closest friends announced they were pregnant and there it was, sharp and inescapable: I wanted one, too. It was impractical timing — I was newly and precariously self-employed and the house I rented with my partner, Steve, was tiny — but there was no chance I could be rational.

It felt primal and urgent and strange. The first six months of trying for a baby was a happy time. None of these activities are aphrodisiacs. Two years passed and nothing happened, at least not to us.

We seemed to be surrounded by people who only needed to look at each other to get pregnant. Our closest friends all had babies; some even managed to have two. From the outside, our life probably looked pretty charmed. Our work was going well. We bought and renovated a house. We wrote and photographed two cookery books together. I started working as a presenter on Channel 4. We collected mid-century-modern furniture and argued over paint samples.

I took up knitting and made quilts. But running like a thread through everything that was going right was a horrible absence. What was the point of working hard if there was no one to provide for? Why bother building a family home if we were just going to clatter about in it by ourselves? I had never experienced such a lack of control. Usually, through hard work and bloody-mindedness, I could force things to go my way. Spending time with pregnant couples or their new babies became unbearable.

Guiltily at first, then, as time passed, bitterly, I stopped sending baby cards and gifts. Baby showers, once silly but sweet affairs, left me bruised: At a Christmas party, two sisters announced they were due to have babies in the same week, and that one was having twins.

I locked myself in the bathroom, cried, and then got very drunk, ignoring my friends and instead hanging out with other, much younger, child-free guests. I have three close girlfriends, who all had daughters within a year of each other. As any proud parent would, they sent me photos regularly; unforgivably, I asked one to tell the others to stop. If babies came up in conversation, often I would simply leave the room. Later, friends admitted that they mistook our distance for disdain. Infertility is a deeply private experience, something most of us wrangling with never discuss.

Fertility, on the other hand, is not. How much harder do you think I can try? Nobody forgets to have children. I want infertility to be more openly discussed. Back then, what I really wanted, apart from two blue lines to appear on a little white stick, was for people I barely knew to stop treating the question of whether I would ever manage to have a child as small talk, akin to chatting about the weather.

The most quoted statistic — the one that makes women in their early 30s unnecessarily nervous — is that their average age is 35, as though our ovaries all spontaneously combust as that birthday approaches. About one in seven couples is unable to conceive naturally within two years. Now, they account for 2. My ovaries and fallopian tubes were checked for cysts and blockages, and more sophisticated checks were done on Steve.

As his sperm count and motility were fine, we both expected that the problem was with me; most people assume that infertility is a primarily female problem. Steve has anti-sperm antibodies.

At some point in his life, the usually impermeable barrier between his semen and his blood supply had been broken, perhaps by a sports injury or during an illness such as mumps, and his body started to attack his sperm as though it were an invader, making it practically impossible for us to conceive. Standard IVF means an embryologist mixes harvested eggs and sperm and leaves them alone to allow fertilisation to occur. We were lucky in that we qualified for NHS funding: Despite clear guidance from the National Institute For Health And Care Excellence, whether patients get funding or not is a postcode lottery.

They would qualify for funding if they lived metres farther down their road and were under the care of their neighbouring NHS trust. We waited a long, sad year between finding out our situation and starting treatment. We grew up together and are incredibly close, but sometimes during that year it felt like a channel was opening up between us. My need to be a parent had expanded to fill all my thoughts, all the time, but for Steve, the years had allowed him time to question whether he wanted children at all.

Isolated from our friends, and now, increasingly, from each other, we were both lonely. Fertility clinics are strange places. While you are a patient, they become the hushed, sterile centre of your universe. There was abstract art on the walls of our waiting room, patterns made up of disconcertingly large eggs and sperm, and a noticeboard covered in photos of the babies the staff had helped create.

One day, surreally, a harpist arrived, unannounced and unexplained, and started playing. Before we could begin treatment, we were invited to an open evening for new patients.

How much time, energy and, later, money, would we have to throw at having a family, something which comes so easily to so many people? Finally, in February last year, I began injecting myself in the stomach with hormones so that the clinic could take control of my cycle. I congratulated myself on handling the injections rather well, until I thought I was having an allergic reaction to a new drug and made Steve ring an ambulance. I was actually having a panic attack, but still they gave me an ECG while I lay, horrified by my own hysteria, in my pyjamas on the kitchen floor.

On a cold and sunny spring morning, I was given a general anaesthetic and the eggs were collected using a long, thin needle. Before I was put under, Steve and I made polite conversation about the landmarks we could see from the high hospital windows, both of us ignoring the incomprehensible thing we were about to do: More than 20 had been collected and were on their way to the lab.

Over the next few days the numbers kept dropping. Sixteen eggs were viable. Seven survived the first few days. A couple had made it as far as blastocyst stage by day five, meaning they were the most likely to result in pregnancy. Unexpectedly, the doctor asked if we would like one or two embryos put back, and we suddenly had to decide if we wanted twins or not.

Multiple pregnancies are more dangerous for both babies and mothers, and HFEA has set limits on how many of them a clinic should risk.

We opted for one. It would be another 18 days before we could do a test. We spent the time in a kind of limbo. Though I knew I was unlikely to be pregnant, I had to treat my body as though I was, while the synthetic hormones I had taken ebbed and flowed away, making me feel sick, sore and exhausted. On the day of the test, I was awake and staring at the ceiling at 5am. After four years and more than 40 negative tests, we finally got a positive one. The IVF treatment had worked, first round, first time.

Three weeks after that we got to see a heartbeat on a screen and took home a photograph of a tiny, peanut-shaped glimmer of a person.

Our daughter, Isla, was born in December. She has six potential siblings safely locked in a freezer somewhere — a fact which is as difficult to accept as it is that Isla, beautiful and chubby as she is, began life under a microscope.

Steve was relieved to feel instantly euphoric; like me, he fell in love with Isla the moment she appeared. Mothering after IVF brings with it specific challenges: Order by newest oldest recommendations. Show 25 25 50 All. Threads collapsed expanded unthreaded. Loading comments… Trouble loading?

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