A couple days ago, I asked the nurse if she can tell if a certain season of the year is busier than others.. she shook her head no and said that it’s always busy. A true indication that infertility is something No One should go through alone. Chances are a friend, coworker, or neighbor is going through a similar situation…. but because it’s such a sensitive subject, we choose to keep it a private matter. Understandably so.
I am the same way – the main reason why I blog rather than even attempt to share our infertility story with a lot of people I know in person! Don’t get me wrong, I have shared my story with a select few. The ones who wouldn’t judge you, ridicule or criticize you, or offer unwanted advice…. True Friends. And then there is you, the reader, I’ve shared SO much of my private life with all of you (publicly) through my blog.. there has got to be a term for those who have offered encouragement, great advice, & prayer without even knowing me in person! What do we call each other? “Blogging Buddies” seems just too casual for the stories we share! May I call you my Confidants?
Ok, to the story: my Egg Retrieval experience. According to the pre-op instructions, I was to do 3 things: douche with vinegar & water last night/this morning, pick up a prescription of Vicodin, and fast starting at midnight. Instructions #1, & #2 were easy. However, fasting was a challenge! I was OK with not eating, but the Lupron (trigger shot) caused hot flashes and dry mouth. So I tossed and turned all night wanting a sip of water, but eventually fell asleep.
We arrived at the doctor’s office at 6:45am.. surprisingly there were other people there. I guess the RE office never sleeps, when their service is dependent on the ever-changing female cycle. They probably wanted us there early to make sure we wouldn’t be late because they called us back around 7:30am. They took me to a curtained “waiting room” with a wheeled hospital bed, I got dressed, they gave me one of the prescription Vicodin pills and hooked me up to the IV. First, the antibiotics. Then the doctor and anesthesiologist came out to greet me. Hubby and I waited a bit then they called me back to the operation room. (They guided hubby to a private room with a screen so he can watch them retrieve the eggs, pretty cool!) The anesthesiologist knew I was nervous so he quickly gave me the meds to put me in a ‘better mood’ and, boy, the room started spinning, next thing I knew I was back in the curtained “waiting room” with the nurse handing me crackers and juice. The doctor came in and said they retrieved 13 eggs (very happy about that, because I was expecting 9-10 eggs). They are using ICSI (when they inject the sperm into the eggs). And they will call me tomorrow to let me know how many fertilized.
Hubby drove us home, I was feeling very woozy and I laid in the bed most of the day.. slept on and off (worked a little.. shhhh, don’t tell). I felt pretty good though the day but started to feel a bit crampy towards the afternoon and needed to take another Vicodin around 3pm.
That’s it! I’ll be sitting by the phone tomorrow for our results 🙂
**Baby Dust to All**