It’s amazing how you wait for one day your whole life. The day you knew would eventually come but you just never knew when or how. Just like I know I’m meant to be a mother some day, I knew I would have to go through IVF. And going through IVF means you have the transfer of your perfect 5 day embryos.
The five day wait for my transfer was like being in a limbo. And when they finally called, it was a blow to my heart. Out of the 5 mature eggs we retrieved, only 3 of them had fertilized correctly. I knew the odds of all 3 of them making it to day 5 were slim to none. If I was lucky, I’d have one and if I was super lucky, I’d end up with 2. Two would have been amazing to have, actually. Two would have meant twice the chance that maybe, just maybe, one would grow to full term.
When they called on day 3 and told me that all 3 were still growing and doing well, I was full of relief. At least they all made it to day 3. I knew in my heart that they weren’t all going to make it to day 5, but I was trying to be super hopeful. I was told if any made it to day 5, I would get a call but right now, my transfer was scheduled for 4pm on Monday, September 26th.
It was another agonizing 2 days of waiting after that. Unfortunately, my amazing husband had to go out of town for work on Sunday, just one day before our transfer. Monday morning came and I nervously waited on the call that didn’t come until late that afternoon. They told me we had one perfect 5-day embryo. I asked (and kept asking) what was happening with my other two but no one knew. It seemed a bit like they just didn’t want to tell me. What I found out later was that those had stopped growing between 3-5 days. I guess they didn’t want to make me sad or upset with that news so I wasn’t told until the next day when I insisted they tell me.
Excitedly, I drove to my appointment knowing there was a perfect 5 day embryo waiting to be put in it’s new home. When I got there, I saw 3 couples waiting in the room and I assumed we had all come for the same reason. They were all drinking lots of water because we needed full bladders so the doctor could see what he was doing on ultrasound.
I was able to FaceTime with Evan in the waiting room but by the time I was in the room ready to go, he was out the door on his way to do a mission. I was put in the room and told to undress and waited again for what seemed like eternity. And now I had a super full bladder ready to burst. Dr. Ripps entered holding a picture of my little embryo. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen in my life. I just couldn’t believe this was our future possible baby only 5 days old now.
We waited for the embologist, (aka my child’s first baby sitter) to come bring my embryo into the room. Again, the wait seemed like forever, this time spread eagle with my knees up in the air. Dr. Ripps stayed at the end of the table and tried to make small talk, which made it all the more awkward. I can say, however, after all this, I’ve had so many people see my vagina that it doesn’t even phase me anymore. Countless vaginal ultrasounds have really desensitized me; like most women going through infertility. Finally, he comes in with a long tube with plunger at the end and it’s go time! It took all of 2 mins to insert what I can only describe as a weird kind of catheter, get it to where it needed to go, place the embryo in it’s new comfy home, and get out of my uterus.
It was a little uncomfortable. From what I read, I thought I was going to get some kind of pain killer or something to relax me but I didn’t. I see now why that didn’t happen, though: it really wasn’t that bad. The worst part was having to lie on the table for 30 minutes after implantation to let everything settle. I still had to pee so bad it hurt! I’ve heard people say, “I have to pee so bad it hurts” but never experienced it first hand before. For all those who have this problem constantly, I feel for you!
Believe it or not, that’s all there was to it. Monumental and emotional for me, of course. I was PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise) and just had a feeling I would have a positive test in a few days. And I did have a positive test in just 5 dp (day past) 5 dt(day transfer) or 10 dpo (days past ovulation). I just kept praying not to have another chemical pregnancy like I had in April, but my lines got darker every single day. When I went for my beta pregnancy test on October 5, I felt amazing and confident. I was 10 dp 5 dt with a beta 0f 256 which is a great starting number. Just 2 day later for beta 2, it was 656. Another great number to celebrate. After that, there was nothing left to do but wait for a visibly scan at around 7 weeks.
This is where I leave my story for now. I’d say this IVF was a success. A hard fought, long, and emotion success. I was pregnant for the second time in my life, and it felt so good. There is definitely more to my story and I will be sharing it all with the you. The good, the bad, and the heartbreaking. Keep an eye out for my future post and consider joining my mailing list so you never miss an update. Thank you so much for reading and God bless you all.
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