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National Twins Days

By Tracey Minella

July 30th, 2014 at 10:22 pm


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Twins. Gotta love ‘em.

For the majority of couples struggling with infertility, the idea of having two babies at once…especially in cases of a long, expensive treatment history… is a dream come true. Times two! For some, twins are a “two-fer” that helps “justify” the expense of IVF and IUIs. Twins are also a great way to quickly “catch up” in the total number of children department. After years of having none, suddenly you are the parents of two… instant “standard American family”. In fact, many call it quits after twins.

On the other hand, twins (or triplets) make others nervous. The fact is that a multiple pregnancy can be more complicated than a singleton. Many infertile couples have stressed enough over just getting pregnant and may prefer to avoid the additional worries a high risk multiple pregnancy sometimes presents. This fear, coupled with financial incentives, has driven the popularity of quality Single Embryo Transfer (SET) programs which may offer comparable success rates. For information on Long Island IVF’s SET Program success rates and incentives, click:

But those lucky enough to have twins will agree that once they arrived safely, it’s mostly two times the pleasure and two times the fun.

This year, August 1-3 is the National Twins Days Festival., which is billed as the largest annual gathering of twins in the world.

We are inviting all our parents of twins (or more) who are so inclined, to SHOW US YOUR TWINS! Upload your favorite photo to our Facebook page any time between August 1-3. We want to see all those cuties…the ones born this week, the ones who are leaving for college, and the ones in between!

Your success will give others hope. (But those who find viewing baby photos difficult will have advance notice to avoid viewing those posts on the page on those days.)

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If you could control it, would you prefer having twins or one baby at a time?


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Can Twins Be Born Years Apart?

By Tracey Minella

January 19th, 2012 at 2:14 pm

Unless you’re the Octomom, chances are that if you’ve done IVF, you may have frozen…or cryopreserved… a number of embryos above and beyond the number you elected to transfer back on your fresh IVF cycle. If you were lucky enough to have an excess, that is. (Alas, my first few IVFs back in the dark ages, never produced enough for cryo. But later cycles did.)

So, let’s assume you had a baby from that fresh cycle. You breathe a sigh of relief at your motherhood dream coming true and proceed to enjoy a few years of normalcy with your little miracle. So you’re out there doing the play date thing, having great birthday parties, doing Disney. Not to mention suffering–happily–  through Yo Gabba Gabba  as you catch yourself singing things like “Don’t bite your friends”…

All the while in the back of your brain there’s some security  knowing you’ve got “potential” children…literally frozen in time from when your eggs were younger than they are today. No guarantee, but some level of security nonetheless. They do cross your mind at times.

So the time comes to revisit the clinic with the hope of a successful cryo transfer. Imagine it works again.

The question: Are your two children “twins”?

Well, they were conceived at the same time, as fraternal twins would be. But one has been out living its life for a few years. A big head start. The other was tossed in the freezer. (Oh, I’m just kidding…) But the reality is that one… merely through the judgment call of an embryologist … was ever so carefully placed in a frozen state of existence. It’s potential for life on hold. For years.

So are they “twins”?

Is it defined at conception? Is it occupying the same uterus at the same time?

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What do you think?

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Infertility and the Psychic

By Tracey Minella

June 23rd, 2011 at 12:00 am

Desperate times called for desperate measures. And infertile women can be desperate.

How else would you describe trekking into a creepy, pitch-black, off-the-beaten-path, woodsy area and going into a dilapidated house that looked like every good haunted house should…complete with candelabra? All for the purpose of having a psychic reading done by this recluse and her wild-eyed side-kick sister, who doubled as her creepy butler.

I got her name…first name only…from my cousin’s wife, who swore by her. In fact, she was such a believer in this woman’s psychic abilities that she pretty much ran her life by her predictions. Guess she didn’t see the divorce coming… or maybe she did.

So when you call to make the appointment, she only takes your first name (this was before caller ID) and the name of the person who gave you her number. You have to sit quietly in the darkened sunken converted garage under the watchful eye of the mean sister and await your turn. My friend went first, leaving me plenty of time to reflect on how they’d never find my body out here in the boondocks. “Stink-Eye” takes my cash and leads me in and seats me at a dining room table.

While waiting for the gypsy, I spy among the web-fest a grade school wallet-sized picture taped to a dingy china cabinet. The kid looked familiar. Then I realized why. She was the abducted girl from the newspaper who was locked in an underground dungeon…and freed with a psychic’s help.

Holy mother of pearl!

It doesn’t take a body language expert to pick up on my crossed arms. “So you’re suspicious?”

 I quickly unfold my arms and start to fidget. “No,” I lied, wondering where my friend disappeared to. Then I handed over my wedding ring and something that belonged to my departed mom.

She started to tell me all sorts of personal things she could never have known, real specific things that no one else knew. Ambitions…specific ones. Names of people. The hair was standing up on the back of my freakin neck. She saw the twins I lost. Lots of stuff about my mom. I wanted to run away, and yet I couldn’t get enough. It felt like she opened a portal.

Then, she took my hands in hers and warned me not to open my eyes. So I’m thinking of the Wizard of Oz scene where the traveling con man who becomes the Wizard later is rifling through Dorothy’s basket for clues. But she had my hands and Stink-Eye no doubt had my friend captive someplace.

 Now, I’m going to go inside your body.”

“WTF?!” my mind screams. But I’m too scared to move. Or to peek.

This woman’s voice changes as she begins to tell me specifics about my organs. It was winter so no skin or scars were showing. She told me of broken toes, gall stones, a benign pituitary tumor, and knee problems. Then she told me my left ovary was missing. How the hell could she know?!

Once she “exited”, the session was over since it’s apparently very draining for her as she takes on the pains of my ailments temporarily. She told me as I left that I’d have twins again.

We welcomed our daughter three years later. She’d had a “vanishing” twin.

You decide.

[Special greetings to those stopping by through ICLW…Please enter our contest to win a free Micro-IVF cycle. Go to the June 6th Make Us Gasp Post and enter there!]

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Have you ever visited a psychic about your infertility? Please share your story.

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