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Missed conceptions: a call for “positive” family planning
Author(s) -
Bachrach Amy
Publication year - 2006
Publication title -
medical journal of australia
Language(s) - English
Resource type - Journals
SCImago Journal Rank - 0.904
H-Index - 131
eISSN - 1326-5377
pISSN - 0025-729X
DOI - 10.5694/j.1326-5377.2006.tb00273.x
Subject(s) - citation , perspective (graphical) , computer science , psychology , library science , artificial intelligence
The Medical Journal of Australia ISSN: 0025729X 3 April 2006 184 7 358-360 ©The Medical Journal of Australia 2006 www.mja.com.au Personal Perspective ou don’t think of a first-time, breastfeeding mum experiencing hot flushes, but that’s how my story begins. I was 40 years old when I conceived my daughter — and very easily, I might add. When Abby was about a year and a half old, my husband and I began trying to conceive a second child. Deceived by our luck the first time, we assumed we’d have no problem. Misguided by the prevailing advice, we persevered for 12 months before seeking professional help. When we finally did, my general practitioner advised that I discontinue breastfeeding even once a day, and, a month later, sent me to have my serum folliclestimulating hormone (FSH) level tested. We might have reversed those steps because the results showed, at 98 IU/L, that I wasn’t conceiving, not because I had been breastfeeding, but because I was menopausal. The penny dropped — the sweatiness I’d been experiencing while still breastfeeding had been hot flushes. My doctor was as surprised as we were that menopause would follow so closely upon the heels of immediate conception and birth, but the results were confirmed. A fertility centre informed us that the only real option for conception was with donated eggs. And, fortunate as we were to have a friend to donate hers (Box 1), after three failed invitro fertilisation (IVF) cycles we have resigned ourselves to the reality that Abby will be our one and only child. That resignation is not without some resentment, however, that my GP, knowing that I was already 41 and trying to conceive, didn’t intervene with a fertility assessment well before a crucial year was lost. Given my age and very sporadic cycles (which naively I had attributed to my still once-daily breastfeeding), my chances of becoming pregnant were slim to remote and conception at that point called for a more aggressive strategy. At the age of 40, or even 35, a basic infertility evaluation has been recommended after 6 (rather than the usual 12) months of trying unsuccessfully to conceive, as has early referral to a fertility specialist. In fact, given my age, rather than prescribing birth control pills postpartum, as you might with a younger woman, a candid discussion about whether I intended to try for a second child, while perhaps awkward in those early days, could have been key to conserving my chances.