The next few months were slow but tolerable. After all, it was summertime (my favorite) and it was just a bump in the road...not the end. The painful part was not knowing if my longing would ever become reality. I didn't mind waiting if I knew the end result was a precious baby. I said on several occasion that if God would just tell me it would happen one day in His perfect timing, I would be fine. Problem is, we don't have that luxury. That's where faith comes in.
Faith got me to mid-September to start everything up again. I was somehow able to pump myself up again for this journey. This time, they put me on a special protocol that was created for women who get overstimulated with all the medicines. As before, I went for bloodwork and ultrasounds frequently, along with my daily injections. To say that I was petrified each and every time I walked into the Fertility Clinic or called the private message system to check on my levels, would be a perfect description. After all, things were going fine until I went to a routine visit last time. We actually made it this time to the procedures....thank goodness. I'll never forget scheduling the retrieval and embryo transfer. My dreams were finally becoming reality.
On retrieval day, I was a wee bit nervous. They take my eggs and then mix them with Jason's friends (I'll spare you the details). It's not the most comfortable procedure I have ever had done in my life, but we were getting the show on the road. That's the important part.
On days 1 and 3 after the retrieval, the office calls to give you a nursery report. Isn't that cute? They let you know how many embryos you have each time and how mature they are. The goal is to have 2 really good ones to transfer on day 5. If you have any more than that, they can freeze them for future use. On day 1, we had 11 cute little embryos that were forming. Wouldn't it be awesome after all we had been through up to this point if we lots to choose from? The thought made me happy, until I got the day 3 report. Now, we only had 8 and not all of those were likely to mature. On day 5, we show up for the transfer. That is when they take the two best looking embryos and insert them (once again I'll spare the details). When we got to the back, they informed us that we only had two embryos to make it and they rated them on a scale of 1-4 (four being the best). Both embryos were a "2". Not the best, but not the worst either. I repeated to myself time and time again that it only takes one. During the procedure, you can actually watch on the screen the whole thing take place. Pretty neat, if I wasn't so scared and nervous! Besides, I had to drink 48 ounces of water and couldn't go to the bathroom until afterwards. Somehow, this made things work better (so they said). I got to the most uncomfortable time in my life where I warned them I had to go or else. They told me I could, but only long enough for me to count to five...then stop. Really? If you've never tried that, don't! Take my word for it. NOT a fun experience! After it was all over, they gave us a picture of the two embryos. I kept them right beside me or in my hands most of the time. I rubbed my belly multiple times each day and talked to those embryos. I wanted them to feel loved and welcome in their new home. I know it sounds crazy, but lots of money and dreams were riding on this, and I was going to do ALL I could!
After the retrieval, we had to wait two weeks for the pregnancy test....
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