So, we left off with me getting the trigger shot and waiting the 36 hours until it was go time. Those few hours seemed to last forever. I was so ready to have this part done and know how many eggs we would have to work with. But I was also terrified. The pessimistic part of my brain was scared there wouldn’t be any mature eggs, or just not enough to work with. Either way, it was time to find out.
Wednesday, Sept 21, 2016. 9:00 am was our actual appointment. I got there a little early, though so I could get in a gown, hooked up to an IV, and some nausea medication in my system. This is the first time I’ve ever been given anti-nausea medications and not need it. I wasn’t nervous about the procedure at all. Compared to the things that had led to this, this was going to be a piece of cake. I also knew I was getting conscious sedation which is like, my favorite. Dr. Ripps talked to us for a few minutes and told us he thought we were going to be very successful. And that’s always nice to hear.
They walked me into the room where I’d have my procedure and told me to lie down. It looked like an OR but it’s somehow less intimidating. I was still so calm and that is so unlike me. Usually, my stomach is turning, my anxiety is at full blast, and I’m hyperventilating. What a pleasant surprise this was to me. The nurse starts to inject stuff into my IV and I get the lovely falling feeling. They give me the pain meds first.
Dr. Ripps comes in and asked me to scoot down on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. A moment later, I’m out. I’m in total blackness but I can still make out Dr. Ripps voice. I hear him say, “I’m cleaning the vagina.” After that, I don’t hear him speak anymore. I can feel the pain of the needle going into my ovaries but it doesn’t last long and before I know it, I feel and see nothing.
Next thing I know, I’m lying on a couch going in and out of consciousness. Evan keeps waking me; asking me to drink, asking me how I feel. I remember answering and then falling back into a black hole again and again. I do remember looking at my hand and seeing a 9 on it. They have collect 9 eggs! Anyway, it was such a weird feeling; but not really bad. Keeping my eyes open was just impossible. I vaguely remember getting dressed and wanting to get out of there so I could get home and sleep in peace.
What I remember from ride home is stopping at Panera and Evan getting food, eating in the car and knocking out again. Then arriving home and passing out in my bed. I slept most of the day and all night.
The next morning, I knew I’d hear some news about my 9 eggs. How many were mature? How many fertilized and are growing? I was feeling ache from yesterday’s procedure but not bad at all. As I waited for the phone to ring, all I could feel was impatient. Finally, it rang and they tell me that out of the 9 collected, 5 were mature. Out of the 5 mature, only 3 fertilized properly and are growing.
My heart sank to the floor. I knew out of those three, maybe one or two would make it to 5-day blastocyst and maybe none would. My heart broke. Then my hope was that they would all at least make it to day 3. If they all made it to day three, my chances were good we would have at the least one. Those 3 days were the longest of my life. My biggest fear was that none would survive. The wait was so hard because I could think of nothing else. I just prayed I would get a call that all three were still thriving.
September 24, 2016. Finally, day three arrives and once again I had to impatiently wait for a phone call. They never call first thing! Did all 3 make it? Did none of them? So it was nerve-racking, to say the least. I missed the call, even though the phone was in my lap and I got a voicemail. Good News, though! All three were still growing and made it to day three as 6 and 8 cell embryos. That made me so excited because that meant that, unless I was really unlucky, least one would make it to day 5 now. They told me I’d get a call Monday morning if any of them made it to day 5; but they went ahead and set my transfer appointment for Monday, Sept 26 at 4 pm.
Evan had to leave the next day for a TDY, so he wouldn’t be at the transfer. We discussed what to do if in the unlikelihood all three made it. We would transfer all three. I figured, no man left behind, right? All the embryos would get a fighting chance to live. Soon we would know what this outcome would be. Once again, we would have to wait what seemed an eternity to me. If real life, it was another 36 hours.
You can guess that we had at least one because I’m going to tell you about the transfer in my next blog post!
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