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Jessica & Ozzy

We only got 1 egg. I cry. I think, “no way this is going to make it through a biopsy & freezing.” It does. It’s a perfect embryo, AND it’s a boy. I think, “he’s not going to make it through the transfer.” He does. I think, “there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I WAS.

Meet Jessica, a single mother by choice: As the head of the fabric dept. at a scenic company for major tv & fashion shows in NYC, I’m a workaholic. Dating was never a priority for me. I turned 39 in 2015 & started to freak out. I’d always wanted to be a mother, but life hadn’t happened that way for me. I’d always said 40 was my cutoff. I looked at options, and my doc suggested a fertility clinic. I hadn’t thought of that! My sister started a family & my mother’s mobility became limited, so we found a multifamily home and moved in together.

My egg count was low and I was overweight but ready for a change. I decided on the perfect donor and tried IUI. It failed. We tried again the following month. No success. I started IVF and was diagnosed with “unexplained infertility,” but we continued. We got 5 eggs. 4 made it to embryo day 5. We froze 2, transferred 2, & had 1 implanted. 2 weeks later, a positive test! Then, I miscarried.

I waited a bit to reset & began IVF round 2. We transferred 2, & 1 implanted. 2 weeks later, another positive test! At 8 weeks, I was diagnosed with a blighted ovum. I was emotionally drained but geared up for another round and egg retrieval. I woke from the procedure to learn I must’ve ovulated, as they didn’t get any eggs. We even tried a last-ditch ICI, to not waste the entire cycle. It failed. I was so tired of it all. I needed a break, so I took 3 months off to regroup.

I had 1 more vial, & my insurance would cover 1 more try. It was this or bust. We planned to freeze and biopsy everything we could get. Viability was at stake.

We only got 1 egg. I cry. I think, “no way this is going to make it through a biopsy & freezing.” It does. It’s a perfect embryo, AND it’s a boy. I think, “he’s not going to make it through the transfer.” He does. I think, “there’s no way I’m pregnant.” I WAS.

His name Is Osborne Aksel (Ozzy). He fought his way into this world as much as I fought to bring him here. He’s everything.

With Xytex, I had so many options. The website was easy to navigate and had so many photos.

My advice? Take your time. The right one will jump out.

Without Xytex, I wouldn’t have the pride of my life, my little boy.