The stinking kidney stones went away in a record three days. As with the times before, they were extremely painful, but the having to wait for my body to heal before starting up again was the worst part. Days ticked by and, by late January, it was time for me to head back to the Fertility Clinic to see if my body was now ready. I was a little nervous, seeing as though things had not gone very smoothly up until now. I nearly skipped out of the office that day finding out things were a go. Finally, our last chance was coming.
The cycle started in mid February. Once again, I was giving myself five shots a day becoming the largest recorded pin cushion. With every early morning appointment featuring blood tests and ultrasounds, I held my breath. You see, I knew how quickly things could go wrong and it worried me to death. I would study the nurse's face and look for signs of how things looked as she did the ultrasounds, counting and measuring the follicles. On February 23, we did the Egg Retrieval. I had a peace on that day that I had not had before, and I knew it was from all the prayers being lifted on our behalf. We got our "nursery" report this time and it was much like before. We had 14 precious embryos the day after the procedure and 11 on day 3. This sounded promising....
The Embryo Transfer was February 28. Before the procedure, we were told that we only had two embryos that made it. On a scale of 1-4, one embryo was a "3" and the other was a "2". I just want to stop and say right here that they were the cutest and most precious things I had ever seen! They gave us a picture of them on transfer day and I kept them right beside me in the following days.
Needless to say, we had done all of this before. Been here...done this. The last time we did it, I carried right on with everyday life right after the transfer. This time, I took a few days off work to totally relax. I was able to somewhat relax my body, but my mind never turned off. I spent much of those few days hanging upside down. I felt like I could help nature a little. Sounds a little funny to me now, but, at the time, I believed it! Once again, I sang to my adorable babies, and talked to them constantly. This time, no pickles were purchased, and time all but stood still waiting for the pregnancy test.
The pregnancy test was scheduled for Monday, March 12. The Thursday night before, I went to bed with a slight fever. I had no other symptoms. We decided to call right before bed, because they had warned us that a high fever was dangerous at this point. When the nurse called back, she told us to keep a check on it through the night and if it skyrocketed to call "immediately". I'm not sure I slept any that night, more from fear and stress than from the fever itself. By the next morning, I was worse and the fever was climbing. The doctor told us to get to the office as soon as we could. How could this be happening?
While there, they did the routine ultrasound and bloodwork. They had to do an early prenancy test to see how they were going to treat the fever. A hospital stay was inevitable. Jason and I were then taken to a room at the Fertility Clinic to await the pregnancy test results. I'm not sure I could have squeezed Jason's hand any harder or cried any more tears than I did in those long minutes. After what seemed like hours, a nurse came in and told us...."you're pregnant"! After we screamed (we both really did) and hugged anyone within a fifty mile radius, they informed us that they were admitting me to the hospital to get my fever under control. They could admit me wherever they wanted. I was having a baby! When I got in my room, I called everybody I could think of and told them the news. Saying I was elated was a true understatement!
My happiness lived on, but, sadly to say, so did my fever. They tried many things to reduce it but to no avail. By Sunday morning, the fever remained for no apparent good reason. It simply would not go away. It was then that they told us that there was an extremely good chance that I had lost the baby under the conditions of the high fever. Dear Lord, please, please, please don't take away this baby!
Another pregnancy test was done......
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