Interview: National Infertility Week Story Series with Jen's IVF Journey


To raise awareness and discussion around National Infertility Week April 21-27 we are featuring the stories & journeys of amazing women. To be honest, we think the week should be called National “Fertility” Week as being “infertile” is not a fair or accurate label. Please join us in the discussion by reposting and writing us with your story.

My fertility story…
”Hi, my name is Jen. I am 37 years old. I live in NYC & am a fashion designer. 

My husband and I got married in October of 2014, I stopped my birth control pills one month before my wedding, delusional thinking I would be lucky enough to conceive on my honeymoon.  I was 33 years old at this time, my husband was 34.  

To my surprise nothing happened... nothing happened on the honeymoon, and nothing happened FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR. Who knew it was "hard" to get pregnant. I had had a friend (I will leave her name out) who had gotten pregnant multiple times by accident, and thought I'd have the same luck. Nope. 

We met with Dr Fredrick Liccardi At NYU fertility center, after running some tests, he determined we were a good candidate for IFV. After agreeing, the real steps towards being parents began. Signed my life away, Brian and I both had blood work taken, I had a few more tests done. 

Once my cycle had started, I began the 'bloodwork and US' every other day regiment. Come to the office between 7-9am for the tests to monitor my progress. Once cleared that everything was on schedule, then the fertility drugs start, some were oral pills, others were shots in the belly. 

The first night of my shots, I had a legitimate nervous breakdown in my kitchen. On the floor hysterically crying that I couldn't do this. My dear sweet husband had done the meds mixing for me. Somehow, I pulled my shit together and did the first injection. Ha! I remember I put it in, but didn't push the button hard enough so the meds never entered my body, so lucky me, I got to do it again. 


I had a friend at work who really helped me through this journey. She had her daughter through IVF, so it was beyond great to have her support, encouragement and just an ear to listen when I needed to talk. 

My family knew we were doing IVF, but I made a conscious decision not to tell them when things were happening, just in case we got bad news. Looking back, I do not regret, because I underwent IVF 3 times and had 2 embryo transfers before we finally got the news 'I was pregnant.'

When I got the call from my assigned nurse, I was at work, it was the end of January 2018. I dropped to my knees and immediately started to cry. I had this embryo transfer on 1/24/18. It finally worked. 


I never gave up hope. I am a firm believer if you want something bad enough you will do whatever it takes to make it happen. I always knew I was going to be a mother, I could feel it in my soul. 

I have overcome so many of my fears, really pushed myself out of my comfort zone. This process is not for the faint of heart. But, I am strong. Women are strong. As women we really need to support each other, and this topic is no different. So many of us have struggles in this department and no one talks about it. I was so uneducated when I started this process, now I know so many women who have similar struggles, and turn to me for support and advise. I'm no expert, I can only share what I've experienced. 

Fast forward to October 5, 2018, my husband and I welcomed our first born, a son, Maverick into the world. Our very own miracle baby, conceived through IVF.  Worth every single shot, pill, tear, bruise, bruise on my skin and bruise on my soul.  Looking back- knowing what I know now, would I do it again? Yes. Positive energy, vibes, prayers. They go along way.  Maverick is now 6 months old, a happy, healthy baby boy. Full of endless energy.  This is the first time I have really shared my story. I hope this brings you comfort in your own journey, and know you are never alone.” 

Julie Zukof