So yesterday morning (Sun) we went in for the egg retrieval.
The results just came in now (Monday morning)…28 mature eggs; 24 normally fertilized.
We got to the clinic at 8:30. We were the 2nd couple there – just the two couples for the day, so it was quiet. They took us back and had me go to the bathroom. Then I was asked about when I last had anything to eat or drink. It was 9 p.m. the night before. We signed more consent forms and reviewed the discharge instructions. The husband was supportive the whole way.
After I was changed into my hospital gown, footies, and hair net, I got comfy on the bed. They gave me a warm blanket. That is always nice in a cold hospital environment. At about 9:20, they came in to do my IV for the twilight medicine. The IV hurt and burned, and that was no fun. I toughed it out though. Then the doctor came in to talk to us. I felt very confident that we were in good hands.
Then they got my bed ready to roll. I said bye to the husband and that I loved him. It was strange being wheeled away. We got into the procedure room and I helped to scoot to the table. I remember having different things injected into the IV. They asked my name and what procedure I was having. I answered that. Just as I was looking at the ceiling, then I blinked and it was over. I was rolling into the recovery room.
I was able to talk and have a good awareness of where I was. I also could feel pretty sore, so the nurse was quick to order some pain medicine. What I had read suggested that retrieval pain can be different and barely cause any pain, or – for me – feel like I got stomped on by an elephant. There was a hot pain, along with aching and a feeling of pressure.
Shortly after, the doctor came in and said that they retrieved 31 eggs. I couldn’t believe that. I know many may not fertilize, but still….31 eggs from an old girl – not bad. No wonder I was hurting too. So the husband put the sticky note with “31” written on it on his tablet. I was waiting for for the medicine to kick in so that I would feel better. It began to help and I was able to get up and try to go to the bathroom. I also was able to munch a few crackers and sip some 7-up. So that all looked good.
I got dressed and felt sore, but not terrible. The husband had pulled up the car and we left to go home. I got there and snuggled on the couch. It was good to just rest. I was able to get my evening lessons covered. I dozed on and off while my husband and sister-in-law worked on packing things in the garage. We are 16 days from closing on our new house. The sister-in-law also brought me some roses which was super sweet of her. They are so pretty and smell so nice.
I slept on the couch again. I am a little concerned that I am not going to the bathroom more. When I do go, it is just a little dribble. My abdomen is sore, especially in my left side. I feel and look puffy. They said I would need to be concerned if I have rapid weight gain. We packed our scale though, so I’m just guessing I am gaining as I feel like I am. Anyway, I will see what happens with today. I am going back to work, and that means outside in the heat and humidity on my feet and working until 8 p.m. I feel like today is going to take a lot out of me. I will drink Gatorade and hope that helps.
This morning, when I was checking FB, I saw a video from The Onion. It was mocking women who are trying to conceive as always talking about it. I would have shared it had is not been so raunchy. I guess people talk about it as the struggle is real and the road long and the things that should be milestones of marking happiness are loaded with worry. So, while it was satirical because it is true, I hate to think that I’m such a joke for sharing the details of my TTC journey. I’ve had the miscarriages, I’ve been told my age is too advanced, I’ve gone through pain…it is a lot. I guess I want people who see me to realize the why behind why I look so beat up and bloated. I know my sisters are pretty done with hearing about it. However, they so rarely talk with me that maybe that is all they feel like they hear about. Anyway, if you are reading here, you are probably in the same boat as me and the whole TTC struggle is like a full-time job and who doesn’t want to share their day, so to say? So I hope that we all get to a happy resolution of our hopes and efforts…but I hope that others also understand why it is that women in these shoes need to share.
On that note…I will now keep my fingers crossed that those 24 fertilized eggs develop over the next 5 days. Fingers crossed.