Hysteroscopy Update

Hey Warriors!

I just wanted to update you all on my recent surgery I had on Wednesday. For those of you who don't know, a hysteroscopy is a procedure where they remove any polyps or fibroids in the uterus that could get in the way of retrieval, transfer, and implantation. They also completed what is called a cervical dilatation where they "scratch" part of my uterine wall/lining. This helps facilitate the embryo during transfer and helps it "stick" to the uterine wall for a more successful implantation.

Anyway, I was super nervous before this procedure. I have never been under anesthesia before and didn't know what to expect. I have had an IV before when I was in a car accident at 14, and remember the IV hurting so bad that I cried. I don't know if it was because my body was in shock or what, but that is what I was most nervous about. I like sleep, so I wasn't too nervous about the anesthesia.

So the night before the procedure, I had to insert a pill called Cytotec as close to my cervix as possible, to help soften my cervix for the procedure. That part wasn't too bad, but what was bad was the side effects. I had severe cramping like I normally do on a period, and had a rough night's sleep. Luckily I could take Motrin to ease the pain, and eventually fell asleep.

The morning of, I was surprisingly calm. I honestly wanted to get it done and over with. K drove me to the clinic, and the car ride seemed long. We pulled up to the doors, and he kissed me saying good luck (he is not allowed to go into the office due to Covid-19, so I have to do all these procedures and office visits by myself) and I slide on my paw-print mask. Minutes later, I was sitting in the waiting room looking around at the other women waiting, wondering what their stories are.

I sat next to the door I normally go through when getting my blood drawn or getting an ultrasound with lovely Wanda, but the door directly across from where I was sitting swung open, and a tired looking nurse called my name. I have never been through these doors before.

Soon all I hear is the swoosh of the curtain the nurse was closing to change into my gown, put on my hair net, and sock booties. The nurse came in, asked me questions like "are you allergic to any medications?", and "have you had symptoms similar to Covid-19?", and I answered, hiding my nerves. She then grabbed a small plastic box which contained essentials for the IV. I told her I was nervous, and she told me to breathe. Before I knew it, the IV was in my right arm. She attached the fluid and I watched it slide down the clear tube and into my body.

She guided me to the OR. The doors opened, and it was like Grey's Anatomy in there. The big round lights above the table, and nurses each attending their own separate duties, my heart started to race. I turn to my left, and a nurse goes, "You look scared!", with a kind smile, and she reassured me that everything will be okay. I laid on the table, open my legs as they strapped them to the stirrups, along with my arms across the table. The nurse on my left asked me to verify my name, date of birth, and what procedure I am having done. She then told me how cute my mask was, and that's all I can remember in the OR.

I woke up to the sound of beeping, realizing it was my heart-rate monitor. My body felt extremely heavy. I would doze in and out, hearing the swoosh of the curtain every so often. I woke up with juice and crackers on the side table, then they soon ended up right next to me, and the nurse said, "make sure you nibble on those sweetie."

What seemed like seconds later, though probably was minutes later, my doctor came in as I nibbled on my crackers. He said he found one polyp and removed it, and everything else looked great. I took a deep breath of relief.

Soon it was time for me to get up, although I felt extremely heavy and tired. The nurse helped me up, then I felt some moisture between my legs. I lifted up my gown, and saw the bed covered in blood. The first thing I said was "I'm so sorry!", but the nurse reassured me that it happens all the time. I stood up, and SWOOOOSH. Blood just splattered on the floor. I looked at the nurse, and she laughed, and I laughed, and she helped me waddle to the restroom. I felt eyes on me as I passed by other beds and nurses. I looked at the ground and turned around, seeing droplets of my blood where I just had walked. She opened the restroom door, and as I bent to sit on the toilet, I realized the back of my gown was wide open, and that's probably what they were all staring at!

After my embarrassing encounter, I was soon in the car, feeling my husbands warm hand on mine, smiling, knowing I did it!

I spent the day sleeping and recovering.

Next up, injections!

baby dust,

s.