I always get asked why I go to Greece for treatment and I have explained on previous posts why this is the case. People seem to get worried that it sounds like there is more admin or stresses. I’ll be honest and say I think wherever you decide to go for treatment there will be stresses. As a result of the UK being shit with their laws around donoring there aren’t really any male sperm UK based donors. So for example just in the South East sperm is imported from America, Scandinavian countries and more. In Hove the blokes are Swedish.
Well I am all about sourcing locally! So you know, I am hardly going to start looking up what man I want on a website with my husband, checking he is still ejaculating into a pot and then paying to import it, store it and follow the journey of the sperm from one country to ours. Just worrying about all that seems a lot of admin and I didn’t want to do all that with then the sperm donor having the right to my child at 18. No thanks.
So yeah, there’s admin but it’s all swings and roundabouts. Plus it is more expensive here and they are out to make money. It’s not a hidden fact. They genuinely, in my opinion, don’t care as much as they should. For example, an initial chat with a clinic is £250 around here. In Greece, she rang me for free and chatted to me about my options. However, this is just my opinion bear in mind and it is also just based on others I have met and spoken to in Greece. The other women I meet generally go to Greece after a poor experience in the UK.
I’m sharing a video from my first trip to Athens. We went with high expectations and went as a family because Ali had never seen the clinic etc and wanted to meet Penny. When he saw her, he cried and hugged her. Their love and help though small really, compared to this time, means everything to us. We have our baby boy because of them. If it was down to the NHS here we would have had to adopt.
Gosh, I made this video today and looked back at us as a family all those months ago. We were so excited, full of anticipation and positivity. Sure I cried in the process and I remember feeling really nervous in the two week wait. We came home towards the end of my wait as we wanted to make the most of our time in Athens. Actually, we had awful weather, felt a little ‘meh’ and wanted to come home early though we didn’t. It poured with rain most days and we found it hard to find places where Arlo could eat in a high chair. We learnt a lot of lessons taking Arlo and the lack of high chair issue. As well as the fact the Greeks cannot get over babies in slings! They think it’s hilarious which is odd to me.
When we came back I was feeling as though it had worked. Everything showed the signs that it had. We had Arlo’s christening two days after we got back which was fine because I made sure it was an easy day for us holding the food at our local pub. On the Monday I felt as though suddenly everything had changed. My body seemed to feel very different. Tuesday morning I woke and my period came. Full flow as usual. I was completely devastated. It was my first failed cycle and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I think I would have been more prepared if my body hadn’t made me feel like it had with Arlo’s two week wait. It was one of the hardest days I have ever been through. Since this failure I have managed to deal with my emotions a bit better and I prepare myself for failure. You don’t know what is right do you? Think super positively and think it will work only to be feel like someone is stopping your breathing when it fails or prepare yourself for failure knowing it isn’t the best mindset to be in. Who bloody knows. No one does. If there was a way to help it work then we’d all be doing it wouldn’t we.