Apologies in advance for the long blog, I’ve been absent for a while. It’s blummin time consuming this IVF business!!! But trust me you’ll want to read this one. It’s been eventful!
The last time you heard from me was cycle day 8, and right now sitting here typing – I have a bundle of baby eggs in my oh so wonderful uterus!
After cycle day 8 i was upped to 225 Gonal f and I was next in for my cycle day 11 scan on Monday – this was the appointment from hell. I arrived at 8:30 and didn’t leave until 10:30!!! They kept forgetting I was there!!! Anyway after getting blood drawn unnecessarily and being told I wasn’t ready yet during the scan….I went to work.,.fuming!!! I was annoyed because they didn’t tell me how many follies or what size. And generally didn’t care that they were utterly incompetent!!
Back to the clinic on Wednesday for cycle day 13 scan and it was a MUCH better experience!! I went straight in….she told me how beautiful my endometrium was (which has happened at every scan now – I always say thank you even though I feel a bit awkward saying it!!). She also needed to pop out of the room quickly to see if they could get me booked in on Friday 20th for egg collection!!! Whaaaat!? That all went really quickly!! So sure enough she came back in and told me the rules for the next few days. Last Gonal f at 6:30, Ovitrelle trigger shot at 8:30 pm, nothing on cd 14, no food or drink from midnight on Thursday, then 1 hour before my 8:30am egg collection appointment on Friday I must stick the pain killer up my bum. There’s lots to do…nothing’s phasing me right now, not even the painkiller part!! Bring.It.On!!!
I do as I’m told and head to the clinic on Friday morning. I’m not even nervous like I thought id be!! I’m surprisingly calm. Excited even!
We are welcomed into the previously secret part of the clinic. We put our blue shoe covers on and valiantly stride towards our bed bay. We have the most stunning view over London. DH and I are pointing out landmarks; the London eye, St. Paul’s…..until we are interrupted by our nurse. I then gown up, I look dashing at this point with no bra and no make up but I still agree to a pic as a memento!
After filling out some more forms, DH is led away to another hidden part of the clinic to do
. I felt like running after him and giving him one final kiss because I didn’t know if I would see him again until I came round. They just took him from me, just like that. I mouthed “I love you” as he turned around with a nervous grin on his face and that was that. I sat there. Waiting.
It only felt like five minutes had passed and he was back in my little room. I looked at him shocked asking “is that it, are you done?” Feeling very proud. He nodded and then looked really scared and said “but I fucked up!”
Ermmm pardon? What does he even mean? How can you fuck something like this up.
He goes on to explain that he was that nervous, that when it came to finishing he dropped the cup!! OH MY GOD WHAT!!?! No! Please no! I gulped and said but you did get something right? He did but it wasn’t the first bit as he had wanted. He also half joked that he was also disappointed because he could have filled the cup if he got it all in. But he was devastated to say the least.
So – what happened next is I gave him a cuddle, told him everything was ok and that they only need a few good ones so not to panic. Inside I was a wreck, panicking, feeling sick and bawling my eyes out. Hoping, hoping beyond everything else that the embryologist would say everything was ok.
I was the very first one to be seen that morning. I walked into the room, laid on the weird bed thingy, was poked and prodded (which wasn’t straight forward either as the lady who put the cannula in my hand forgot to take the tourniquet off so blood went everywhere!!!! ) then sedated. Then I woke up being wheeled into the bay. I remember having an itchy face and hearing the word eleven and then I screamed out to DH asking if he had told someone about the incident!! LOL!! He reassured me this time and said yes.
Once I was a bit more awake our nurse came in and told us they had collected 11 eggs. I was happy with this number. It’s not the mega amounts I often read about, but it was enough. A short time after this, after eating biscuits and drinking coffee, the embryologist came in and told us the news on DHs sample. She has enough!! Thank you. Thank you Thank you. She has more than 11 good swimmers to go ahead with fertilisation. The relief in DHs face was evident. We cuddled some more, he told me how cute I looked, how proud he was of me and how he was so glad he saw me wake up from sedation because whilst I was under I had the biggest grin on my face. How funny. 🙂
The next day we got the call we had been waiting for. We held each other’s hand whilst we both pressed our ears against the phone as the lovely embryologist lady told us that all 11 eggs were beautiful and 7 of these had achieved fertilisation. They were really happy and so were we. All the trauma of the day before was over. A distant horrific memory. We would be aiming for a day 5 blastocyst transfer. Wednesday 25th. The anniversary of my grandmas passing. I couldn’t help but think of this as a perfect sign.
Transfer day was yesterday – I’m now off work – taking it easy with a little bundle of eggs in me. I shit myself at every twinge and ache, I’m walking around (well waddling) as if I’m 6 months pregnant ready to protect anyone or anything from coming near me. The transfer itself was the worst part of this whole experience in terms of discomfort. But the loveliest in terms of achievement and general reliefness. They through us a curve ball at the beginning though. Because we have 2 little eggies who have reached blast stage (one of them very early blast, the other 5 are a little behind but were going to give them a few more days to catch up) they told us that they want to transfer one, but we could have 2 transferred if we wished. My fist instinct was hell yeah – TWINS!! Put them both in – silly question. But DH and I talked it through and agreed that although it would increase chances of pregnancy by 5-10%, it would also increase the chances of miscarriage and further complications in pregnancy. After going through a miscarriage at 13 weeks 2 years ago we wanted to do everything we could to reduce these risks as much as possible.
So now here we are. Waiting for the call to see if blast number 2 is ready for freezing today! Fingers crossed we get a little frostie out of this too. I miss the injections, I miss the hectic appointment scheduling. This 2 weeks is going to be LONG!!
IVF 1 with ICSI – complete. Awaiting outcome.
I’m hoping to update you on 11/7 with the news we are most desperately wanting!!
Good luck to you all! X
PS – is it normal to have period like cramps before and after egg transfer. I swear my body was about to give me a period before they had chance to put little eggie back. X