I wasn't as nervous as I thought I was going to be, more excited then anything. I had a hard time falling asleep that night, praying to God that we would receive a good number of eggs tomorrow morning. In a blink of an eye, we were on our way to the clinic. It was finally retrieval day. I had done my trigger shot 36 hours prior to this, and was ready. We pulled into the parking lot, the car full of anxiety and nerves. We went in together because K needed to give a sample. They called my name through the two doors I normally do not go through, K stood up, gave me a good luck hug, and I was on my way. The recovery area was a lot busier than the last time I was here. I looked around, seeing some familiar faces—faces I’ve seen in the wait area of the lobby from time to time. Some women were just waking up, others looked nervous. I was placed in room four, or should I say curtain four. I undressed and got into my gown, put on my booties looking at my “egg retrieval day” socks and hair net, and a nice nurse named Jessica came in explaining to me the procedure. I subconsciously nodded every so often, but in reality was wondering when it would be my turn to go into the OR. It was soon time for the IV. Oh, that dreaded IV. I told her about my bad experience at 14 when I was in a car accident. She placed it in my arm, but seemed to have a hard time finding the right spot. She kept moving the needle in and out, but not totally out, trying to find it. She soon found it and apologized, blushing as if she was was embarrassed for giving me yet another bad IV experience. While I was waiting for my turn, I heard a women moaning in pain a curtain across from me. I overheard the nurse saying she would give her something for the pain, and soon the moaning stopped. I wondered if I was going to be in that much pain after. Soon it was my turn. The nurse led me to the bathroom, then to the OR. She patted my back as I said “I’m nervous”, and reassured me everything was going to be okay. I entered the OR, the same one as my hysteroscopy, and there were less people inside, and more unfamiliar faces. I soon was trying to count how many people from this office have now seen my private areas, but have lost count, as one of the nurses I’ve never seen before untied my gown.
I laid on the table, put my legs in the stirrups, and looked above me. There was a man there that I’ve never seen in the office before. He told me he was my anesthesiologists for the day. He asked me to verify my information, and I did. He told me it’s okay to be nervous, even though I didn’t tell hom I was, he must have sensed it. Soon my legs were droopy, my face felt all prickly and tingly, and he said something about margaritas, and I was out. I woke up in recovery “room” number four. The nurse came in and out every so often. I felt more alert than from my hysteroscopy.
I remember I kept on asking the nurse if K gave his sample okay, and how many eggs they retrieved.
She told me he did, and that they retrieved 12 eggs. I told her I was a little bummed because I had 28 follicles at my last appointment, and was expecting more, but she reassured me that 12 was a great number.
The next day was really hard for me. I was waiting for the call to see how many had fertilized. And soon enough, I got the call.
The nurse told us that 10 matured, and 8 had fertilized. We now have 8 chances of having a child. I am praying and hopeful that one will at least stick.
baby dust,
s.
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