Today is my sister's due date. Actually, maybe it's tomorrow. This is not what anyone reading an infertility blog wants to read about, but hear me out.
Over the summer of 2013, my sister donated eggs to us. She is three years my junior and all her numbers looked good. Donating eggs isn't like her letting me borrow a pair of jeans-- even her best pair. It's a big deal and has significant implications for any family and any child conceived in this way. My parents had some concerns about the whole thing, but Noah and I were just so grateful. We knew our child would be our child, and we knew we would have some 'splaining to do about that child having cousins who were also essentially their half-sibling-- is that right? Yeah, that's right. See, I'm confusing myself. Noah and I knew this would be a beautiful thing, an incredible gift, and we were devastated when it didn't work. Devastated for us, but also concerned for my sister. She had never been pregnant and our RE freaked her out. The whole cycle was kind of a disaster.
Our RE suggested she freeze her eggs, as she wasn't planning on having kids any time soon. He told her about all the red flags he saw and said she could have whatever I have that caused my DOR (wish I knew what that was). I was really upset by this, but my sister didn't let on like she was very upset. I told her she should freeze her eggs and tried to think of ways we could help her pay for it. I wouldn't wish my experience on IF Island on anyone, especially my sister. But my sis just keep on living her life. She decided she wouldn't do IVF because she felt awful on the meds ,and just didn't let the information she got phase her.
Flash forward two years. She's married. She's ready to start a family. And by golly she does. With no issue. Though Noah's first response when we found out she was P was, "Oh now her eggs decide to work," I was so relieved that her eggs worked. There was nothing, is nothing wrong with her fertility. She has had a fabulously healthy pregnancy and looks like she's about read to pop any second.
I guess my point here is that doctors aren't always right. The body changes. Every cycle each month is different. And I think that's really hopefully for anyone who has been told information that scares them. This is not to say to just keep trying naturally and ignore what doctors say, I'm just saying that the body and mind change and things that seemed impossible or unlikely may not always be so. You just never know.