Yesterday was my egg retrieval.
I am just anxious.
Everything went well, I think. I hope my doctor isn’t beating around the bush or buttering everything up.
I was freaked out about the anesthesia concept, but they drugged me so much—whatever. I remember reciting my social security number and then waking up to a nurse taking care of me afterward.
They retrieved 17 eggs. Good, I guess. My doctor called the recovery room and asked for me personally. At this point, I had been given pain meds and Benadryl, so I was out of it. He has such a serious tone—I wasn’t sure what he was going to say. He reiterated that they retrieved 17 eggs but only 14 were mature, I think. So, six to eight out of the 14 eggs were actually decent. The other eggs were crap, I guess. Our original plan was to fertilize eight and freeze the rest. This plan was made in an effort to maximize pregnancy potential (obviously)—but not left over embryos. Then there’s the battle of discarding embryos after our family is “complete,” which isn’t really an option for me morally, or potentially having A LOT of babies. He suggested fertilizing all 14 of them or tossing the six crappy ones. The embryologist and he agreed that freezing the extra eggs would just be costly, resulting in nothing basically. But he didn’t just want to go ahead and fertilize all 14 of them, because he knows that I, personally, am going to give all those suckers a chance in my uterus. I don’t want to discard any embryos; I also don’t want 14 babies thankyouverymuch. So, I asked him a few times what I should do. All the while I was high off my ass trying to communicate this issue to my husband. The doctor gave me the same answer: Either fertilize them all (which probably won’t amount to much concerning the six crappy eggs) or discard the six crappy eggs. He reassured me there were six really good eggs and they could sift through the rest for the next best two. I finally decided to just toss the extra six eggs. I feel like the outcome would be the same anyway; I trust my doctor, too. That may sound crazy to some people, but I told myself at the beginning of this process that every single embryo would get a chance. Fourteen pregnancies, though, would just ruin my husband’s and my life.
So, they fertilized eight eggs, and as of 8:30 a.m. this morning all the eggs were successfully fertilized! Now I am just praying that they will continue to grow. I want as many healthy blastocysts as I can get! I think they will call me with a report today between noon and 3 p.m. It’s 12:42 p.m. right now, so hopefully I get a call within the next couple of hours.
After the procedure I felt fine. There was a dull pain in my lower abdomen (duh); it then grew to a pretty uncomfortable cramp. It felt like a menstrual cramp and just gradually got worse, so the nurse gave me some intravenous (inter or intra?) pain meds. Awww, yummy. J Then I started getting this silly rash so she gave me some Benadryl.
I slept on the way home. The pain meds didn’t last as long as I thought they would, so I took a Vicodin toward the end of my dinner. That helped a lot—along with the heating pad my husband went out and bought.
So, going to the restroom is quite uncomfortable. Bowel movements aren’t fun. Other than that, I feel fine. After sitting down (at work) for a while, it hurts a bit to get up and walk. It’s a bit more painful and intense than I thought it would be. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing; they just don’t make a huge deal of it I guess. I’m glad I’m feeling better, though, because I think one is supposed to recover fairly quickly.
I feel very vulnerable right now. I am just praying for my little ones; I’ve already kind of claimed them as my little baby bears. I pray for the Lord’s protective hands over them.
This has been a looong process, and it’s almost over.
And—I should mention that my doctor has called me three times in less than 24 hours. He called to wish me luck yesterday; he called in the recovery room to discuss my eggs; and he called this morning to give me the report on how my embryos are doing.
Now that’s a good doctor.