My journey started in June 2023 when I went to my first IVF information evening online.

I started my first cycle of IVF in the July and had my first embryo transfer in August. This cycle failed and I was no longer pregnant.

Cycle two began in November 2023. This time I undertook a three cycle package to try and bank embryos for later use. Cycle one got me one perfect embryo which was frozen. Cycle two got another lovely embryo which unfortunately stopped growing on day five before it could be frozen so nothing from this cycle. I then went ahead with cycle three and this time the embryo didn’t make it past day one due to fertilisation problems.

In March 2024 I had my second embryo transfer. This time I got my first positive pregnancy test and was over the moon. I went to my seven week pregnancy scan to be told the baby had not developed properly and therefore I’d experienced a missed miscarriage. This broke my heart and I took some time to process what had happened.

In September 2024 I decided to try again. This time after a change in my medication protocol I had 5 eggs collected. Four of the five fertilised and I had one transferred on day three, one arrested on day three another was frozen on day five and the final one stopped growing on day six. Two weeks later was test day and the transfer had failed again. After five cycles of IVF I knew it was time to take a break.

I then went on to have my last embryo transferred in April 2025. I wasn’t hopeful this time but knew I needed to at least give it a shot. Two weeks later I did my pregnancy test and was shocked when it came back as positive. I hoped that all would be well and prayed for good news at my seven week scan. During that scan I was told there was a heartbeat and saw my tiny bean on the screen and its little heart fluttering away. I didn’t know how amazing the first time seeing my baby would be and I have never felt so happy as I did that day. In June I went for my twelve week scan. I was excited and nervous at the same time. That day my world fell apart. The words “I’m sorry there is no heartbeat” broke my heart. It had happened again another miscarriage. My hopes and dreams for the future vanished in that small room just feet away from a waiting room of other pregnant women. I decided that I couldn’t emotionally go through another cycle and my hopes of having a baby of my own died that day.

My story does not have a happy ending but without the support I received from charities like the miscarriage association I wouldn’t have been able to access information on how to learn to live with the grief I experience everyday. So please help me raise money and awareness for this charity to enable them to continue helping others who like me experience the loss of their much wanted babies.

Thank you.

Becky xxx