My journey to having my son was a depressive, painful, lonely one.
I spent 4 full years of my life dedicated to ivf. I quit my stressful job as the processes are both time n emotionally demanding. Everyone thought I was on a sabbatical, just that this hiatus doesn't seem to have an end. Every time i fail, I need to pick myself up and plan for the next. It was mentally torturing but fortunately, I have a loving and understanding husband who stood by me. We were determined to have a child and we knew that if this is not going to work, we are keen to adopt. We attended two adoption talks in the process of ongoing ivf.
I, too was bitter, resentful, withdrawing myself from family and friends, everyone was guessing it was due to my childless plight but I chose not to listen too much and be affected.
Even my pregnancy journey was full of jitters, dr tan HH who was my gynae had to counsel and reassure me over the months and every day felt like a year as I wanted so much my baby to be born safe and healthy.
In august 2014, my precious son was born after 13 years of marriage and 8 years of ttc.
I've always felt that having ivf in your life is sucks big time, however, please keep your spirits up, have a back up plan and you too will find solace and contentment in some way.