Yes i would love to donate again. I had a wonderful experience and i loved the gift concept afterwards. It made me feel really special.
I would donate through Nurture as a career if I could! Not only do you become aware of the little things you should be grateful to, but you get the opportunity to give something to another woman who will be forever grateful to you. The feeling of this experience is so fulfilling and it makes you a better person. Also, the people you work with (in my instance Helen and Anne) work with so much care to make sure your fine, I honestly didn’t want it to be over so fast. I appreciate them a lot!
“you guys have been such a pleasure to deal with! In particular sweet Melany and also Lee that I kept bbm’ing! I bugged you alot but you were always willing to help! “
“its a wonderful experience knowing that you have done your part in giving to people who would otherwise not be so lucky to be able to have children. Sharing is caring! “
Does stress cause infertility? It depends on which study you read. Some studies show a relationship and others do not.
WebMD wrote dramatic advances in infertility treatments — particularly in the past decade — pushed aside stress as a factor in infertility.
Now, however, some doctors are once more looking to the idea that stress may actually play a role in up to 30 percent of all infertility problems.
About.com wrote that according to some sources, stress affects the body in many ways, such as altering the neurochemical makeup which can affect the maturation and release of the egg.
Stress can also cause spasms in the fallopian tubes and uterus, affecting implantation. In men, stress can affect sperm count, motility and lead to erectile dysfunction.
All of this can factor into infertility.
While the exact link between fertility and stress remain a mystery, some researchers believe hormones like cortisol or epinephrine — which rise and often remain high during times of chronic stress — play a key role, said WebMD.
Psychology Today discussed research published in the journal Fertility and Sterility which said that women who stopped using contraceptives took longer to become pregnant if they had higher saliva levels of the enzyme alpha-amylase which is a biological indicator of stress.
Specifically, women with the highest concentrations of alpha-amylase were 12 percent less likely to become pregnant each month than those with the lowest levels.
Slate.com said that while the study in Fertility and Sterility found a connection between stress and lower fertility, another article refuted it. Pointing out the link isn’t so clear, since caffeine, food intake, and exercise can also make that biomarker rise.
When Danish researchers reviewed 31 studies on whether stress, anxiety, and depression played a role in whether infertility treatments worked. Their conclusion was that the influence of psychological factors appeared to be “somewhat limited,” reported Slate.com.
In research published in the journal Human Reproduction, doctors compared pregnancy rates in couples that reported being stressed and those who were not, said WebMD.
They found pregnancy was much more likely to occur during months when couples reported feeling happy and relaxed. It was less likely to occur during the months the couples reported feeling tense or anxious.
In Psychology Today, Alice Domar, of the Domar Center for Mind/Body Health at the fertility center Boston IVF, cited research has shown women who participate in mind/body programs in conjunction with medical treatment have significantly higher pregnancy rates than women who receive medical treatment only.
What’s Causing the Decline in Fertility Rates?
Sometimes our recipients and donors have a “letter love affair” that is channelled through us – it is really heartwarming, especially when the donation has a happy and positive ending. Here’s what we mean:
We think you might have started your injections a few days ago and we wanted to know that we are thinking of you, and that we are so so grateful to you, more than words can express. Having been through many IVF cycles myself I know that the drugs can make you feel a bit rough so I really hope that you feel OK on them and we are thinking of you all the time.
We can’t really believe what you are doing for us. We are having trouble taking it in. After nearly 20 years of wanting a child so much and 10 years of fertility treatments and really an endless cycle of despair and depression, always feeling like something is missing from our lives, you have given us hope again. I realised that I have been feeling spontaneously happy for the first time I can remember for the last week, just suddenly dancing around the house or starting singing for no reason.
We are feeling very emotional, and quite scared, but also very excited. We loved everything about you that you wrote in your profile, we immediately connected with you and there was no doubt in our minds that we wanted you to be our donor. We were over the moon when you accepted us.
We hope that the treatment goes OK for you and you feel OK with everything. I’m crying as I type this just feeling so emotional and I can’t really believe this is happening. This is the first time we have tried egg donation and the first time that we have gone into treatment, with any real concept that it might actually work. It goes without saying that if it doesn’t work, we would like to keep trying. It also goes without saying that if it doesn’t work, we would be so grateful to you for trying and that the fact that you are happy to put yourself through all this makes us think that there are wonderful people in the world. We are thinking about you all the time and sending you lots of love.
“Thank-you for the well wishes, it’s good to know that a part of me is going to a lovely couple that clearly deserves the help. It’s because of couples such as yourselves that I’m more than happy to be a donor I’m glad that I can give you hope, and know that I will be holding thumbs, toes and any other body parts that I can for you. Giving life is something all women should experience at least once in their lives and I will be keeping you in my thoughts and prays that this is your time.
Don’t worry to much about me though, I’m quite used to the donation process I look forward to receiving good news in a few weeks that everything went well and you have a bundle of joy on the way. I think you will make beautiful parents, you clearly have a lot of love to share and any child would be blessed to be a part of your lives.
I promise to give your eggies lots of love and care for the next week and a bit. Good luck for everything on your side.
My stomach is bloated and uncomfortable. I sit and it cramps, I stand and I experience the most excruciating spasms in my abdomen. The day of the operation has arrived. My eggs are ready and soon this will all be over. The waiting room is buzzing as usual with all the happiness in the world, but I am sitting here in complete silence thinking back on the past three months of my life.
It all started on the night of 28th April 2012. A night never to be forgotten. Sitting among friends when my cellphone vibrated on my leg as I received an email. An email that I had been craving for a long time: “Fabulous news! YOU have been selected by a recipient as their egg donor…” Little did I know that what was going to follow was a ride of emotions and pain that I could never have imagined.
The beginning of my journey started with an interview. I was shaking from head to toe as I made my way to a beautiful little coffee shop, to meet the woman who would be by my side as the process of donation continued. I wanted to make a good first impression. So many thoughts were running through my head; what to say, how to sit, watching my language and minding my manners. Everything my mother had ever taught me about being a lady I was going to put into practice.
I arrived at the entrance and glanced across the room and there she was. Melany, with long curly brown hair and I was guessing about forty years of age. She stood up as we made eye contact and I moved towards her. I felt as though I was floating. My body was moving as a whole, yet at the same time my hands were warm and sweating, my heart pounding in my chest.
I shook her hand, the lady that would get me to the finish line. Introduced myself and from that moment onwards we spoke as if we had known each other for years. We laughed and exchanged thoughts and opinions and she explained exactly what I would be going through in very intense detail. I became nervous at times, but she was very quickly able to make me feel secure and completely sure about what I was doing.
Following that interview was an appointment with a clinical psychologist at the fertility clinic. Now never having been to a psychologist before, I had a very anxious feeling as I sat there. The room was bare. The only thing that made it feel warm was the smell of burning vanilla incense. As I breathed it in the smell brought a calming feeling over me.
I thought to myself that this is not another interview; it is simply a conversation between two adults, to give a perspective as to whether I am mentally prepared for everything, which I felt I was. I had nothing to fear. I was asked a series of questions about myself and my past, which is apparently normal in that environment. She then proceeded to enquire about my perception on egg donation, asking questions like “Do you not think that your inquisitive side might get the better of you in the years to come?” as what I was doing was completely anonymous. I felt these questions to be rather unnecessary as I had given this decision years of thought, however I answered honestly and she seemed pleased. I look back now and realise that the session is very important and gives the psychologist an opportunity to separate the weak from the strong. I am the strong.
The next and final step was my very first appointment with a gynaecologist. It was uncomfortable to say the least. A Belgian man with silver grey hair came to collect me from the waiting room. He lead me to a very upmarket room where he instructed me on what to do. I proceeded to get undressed and lay down on the bed covering my legs with a towel. This was a moment in life where I could not control the earthquake going on inside of me. I was sweating, my mouth was incredibly dry and when he entered through the curtains, my heart rate tripled instantly.
Throughout the appointment he continuously asked me if I was doing alright – I must have looked like a nervous wreck. We then sat at his desk as he handed me a little navy blue briefcase which contained several injections and hormone treatment. This little blue case would be my wakeup call every morning for the next two weeks.
Never in my life have I experienced the ups and downs, both physically and emotionally, that I have gone through. My hands are holding each other tightly as I await the scrub nurse. Once again my cellphone vibrates and the alert light flashes red. “Another message of well wishes from a friend?” I thought to myself. No. an email from the recipients I was donating to. The world closed up around me as I read the black text. Well wishes, thanks and praises for three whole pages. As I read, my smile grew bigger; I felt a feeling of pride that is entirely indescribable. I am about to allow a couple a chance to become a family. There is no greater gift to give.
The scrub nurse walked in and without hesitation I stood up and felt the world release itself off my shoulders. The pain, the nerves and all the uncomfortable new experiences I had endured were all about to come to an end. That one email made every moment of this journey worthwhile. The anesthetist takes my hand. “Count to ten and sleep tight.”