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Over the past few years, I have had the very best moments of my life and the very worst, all of which are centered around my children.
Four years ago, my husband and I began trying for a family. We were extremely naïve and had no idea that there was a possibility that it “just wouldn’t work.” Months and months of trying, two miscarriages, and a pile of negative tests later, we realized it was time to seek help.
Infertility is a scary, gut-wrenching diagnosis filled with unknowns and failed hopes and dreams. During the first few months with my fertility doctor, I was absolutely terrified. I had no idea what all of the tests were for, what my levels meant, or how to handle the ups and downs of feeling hopeful, drained, and defeated all at once. We tried four IUIs which all failed and led us down the road to IVF. At that point, I was considered to have “unknown infertility.” However, prior to starting IVF a lot of blood work is required, and this blood work finally led to my diagnosis.
I was in the copy room at school - I am a kindergarten teacher - when I got the call from my doctor. It was one of those moments that I will never, ever forget. He told me that I had the premutation of Fragile X Syndrome and that he needed me to see a genetic counselor to learn more about the syndrome. He said there was a good chance I might not be able to have biological children. I dropped to my knees. I had no words. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. These were words that I never expected to hear, and I did not know what to do with them.
My husband and I took that summer to educate ourselves and to learn about our options. The doctor suggested that we continue forward with IVF in hopes that I would be able to stimulate but there would be a chance that I may not due to Premature Ovarian Failure. This comes along with Fragile X Syndrome.
IVF is rough. It is draining in every single possible way. Daily injections along with doctor appointments every other day really take a large toll on your mental, physical, and emotional state. But you keep going. You keep going because of the end goal and the possibility that it might just lead to you to your miracle, to what you have been dreaming of for so long.
After the injections comes the egg retrieval. For me, after the retrieval comes the genetic screening of my embryos to test for Fragile X Syndrome and other chromosomal abnormalities. During my first round of IVF, I had seven eggs retrieved and three made to the embryo stage to be screened. Two of those embryos were healthy. We were over the moon. We went into the process knowing that we might not get any embryos. But two?! Amazing!
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We transferred our first embryo and it failed. A month later, we transferred our second and last embryo. Another fail. I was at a loss. All of the hope and excitement I previously had was gone. After a few weeks, we decided to do another round of IVF.
The process began all over again, but this time we ended up with only one, single healthy embryo. I went into the embryo transfer with very little expectation, but two weeks later I took a pregnancy test and saw those beautiful two pink lines. My husband and I cried and cried. We felt such joy! This was what it was all about. This made every sacrifice we had made so worth it. Our one, little embryo became our son, our greatest blessing.
There is something weird about infertility: even when you have beaten it and end up on the other side, it doesn’t leave you. It leaves behind scars, fears, and triggers. Even after having my son, I was still sensitive to so much. I couldn’t believe there are people who complain that it took them three months to get pregnant or pregnant women who complain about how awful it is to be pregnant. Infertility is cruel, and it changes you forever.
When our son was about six months old, we met with our fertility doctor again to discuss our options for another round of IVF to try for another child. Due to my diminishing ovarian reserve, we needed to do our third round right away. This round let to the most embryos yet – three! It was such a blessing. We transferred one, healthy embryo and to our surprise, it split and we were having identical twin girls!
My husband and I were overjoyed. We felt extremely lucky and so excited. We found out that our twins were a rare kind and we would be a high-risk pregnancy. At 16 weeks, we met with the high-risk doctor for the first time. This was the worst day of our lives. We were told that our twins’ brains did not develop. After all of the genetic screening and testing that we had done on our embryos, we never thought in a million years that something like this was even a possibility. We lost both of our little girls, and it was the most awful moment of my entire life.
Pregnancy loss is something that is not spoken about enough. What many people do not realize is the impact that it has on every part of your life. One day, you are rocking your bump, prepping a nursery, planning a registry, talking about your hopes and dreams for your child(ren), and the next day that child is gone. Every hope and dream is stopped dead in its tracks.
Paintbrushes lay behind a closed nursery door. There’s still a bump, but with no baby inside. People who do not know what happened continue asking you questions about your pregnancy, to no fault of their own.
Because I am a teacher, I had to write to all of my students’ parents about what happened, asking them to explain it to their five-year-old children in the best possible way. I had to return to work two weeks later, void of a bump - a bump that the kids loved to rub and talk to.
One day, I ran into a substitute teacher who had no idea what had happened and she went to touch my belly. There was no belly. I had to mutter the words “they’re gone, we lost them” followed by a panic attack because I couldn’t handle the situation and the thought of how many more of those may be to come.
Talking about my experience helps me to remember my girls, express my feelings, and spread awareness of loss in hopes of helping other couples to cope and to not feel so alone. For me, speaking with other couples who had gone through a similar experience was helpful and validated all of my feelings. It has been almost a year since we lost our twins, and not a day goes by that I do not think about them or feel affected by their loss.
After losing our girls, my husband and I were unsure if we wanted to try again. I was scared of losing another child and terrified what my mental state might be during another pregnancy. After a few months, we knew that we needed to make a decision since my body doesn’t operate like other women my age.
We decided to do a fourth and final round of IVF and see where it brought us. Currently, I am 21 weeks pregnant with our little rainbow baby girl. My pregnancy has been highly monitored and difficult, but I am happy to say that our girl is very healthy and that my pregnancy is going well.
Pregnancy after loss is extremely trying. My fears are heightened, my anxiety is high, and I worry every second of every day. I have days where all I feel is guilt and other days where I feel so excited. I am taking it day by day and week by week in hopes of getting this rainbow baby into my arms in April.
Infertility and loss have completely changed who I am and they affect me daily. People often tell me how strong I am. But for me, I wasn’t given another choice. I wanted a family. I wanted a baby. I did what I had to do to make it happen. I pushed through all of the obstacles that came my way because of the end goal, and I would do it again. To anyone going down a similar route, know that you are supported, your feelings are validated, and you CAN do it.
Brittney Biederman is a 31-year-old mom, wife, and kindergarten teacher. She has battled infertility for the past four years. Her son is two years old and is an IVF miracle baby. This past year, she and her husband lost their identical twin girls at four months pregnant, and she is currently 21 weeks pregnant with their rainbow baby girl. One of Brittney’s biggest goals in life is to help and inspire other couples facing the same struggles that she has faced over the years. You can follow her on Instagram at @waiting_on_a_bun.
