Hey Warriors!
The day had finally come. The day I thought we would have had in November of last year, not only to find it canceled due to a complicated hysteroscopy.
But it had come. After four, yes FOUR, hysterosopies, the loss of my first baby Isaiah, a horrific and triggering D&C, countless shots and medication, it had come.
The alarm went off. I turned to K and said, "Wake and Pray, It's Transfer day!"
He turned to me with a big smile. He too looked relieved that the day had finally come.
After my PIO shot (ouch) and handful of hormone medication and pregnancy supplements, we soon were in the car, worshiping our way to our IVF office.
We pulled in feeling hopeful and excited. I called the office to do my COVID screening, and they put me on hold. Note, they never put me on hold.
I started to panic.
What if something happened to our embryos?
Did they not thaw correctly?
Were they damaged while being unthawed?
A million questions ran through my head. I turned to K and he gave me the "everything will be alright" look.
The receptionist picked back up and said, "The OR isn't ready for you yet, we will call you when it's time for you to come up".
Again, a million questions.
Did they forgot about my transfer?
Did our doctor call in sick and couldn't make it today?
After a long twenty minutes waiting in the car, we got the call for me to come up. Unfortunately, K had to stay in the car due to COVID restrictions, just like our first transfer. But we were still so thankful our time had come.
I exited the car, looked at K and said "The next time you see me I'll be pregnant!"
Soon I was up in the OR prep room, with a half a dozen hospital beds and curtains. A kind faced nurse named Jessica placed me in "room" seven. I undressed, kept my fuzzy socks on, and waited for her to take my blood. (Fun fact I learned that I am blood type O+ today!). They gave me Ibuprofen and Valium (I believe -- everything happened so fast!) to help with pain and relaxation.
After all of the poking and prodding, I waddled into the OR transfer room. I honestly thought it would be triggering, because it was the same room we transferred Isaiah in. But it wasn't. I was actually excited, and I knew that meant I was ready.
An older nurse named Wendy who had the spunkiest and upbeat personality I have ever seen helped me into the stirrups. They applied the cold gel on my belly to see if my bladder was full enough for transfer, and it was! (thank God!).
The embryologist came in to confirm my name, date of birth, social security number, and how many embryos we were transferring.
I asked her if they had done assisted hatching on the embryos (they make a small incision on the embryos to start the hatching process), and she said that they had.
My doctor came in, saying "Hello sweetie, ready to get pregnant today?" in his foreign accent that always makes me smile.
I looked at the TV monitor to my right, and saw our two embabies in the petri-dish. The tiniest two specks your eyes could see.
I replied, "Absolutely!"
They handed me a photo of our two embabies and my heart just beamed with excitement!
I looked to my left on the ultrasound screen and saw my doctor insert the tube that transfers the embabies into my uterus. And it was done!
The nurses helped me waddle back to my "room", where I placed my pictures of the ultrasound and embabies back on the bed, and then waddled to the bathroom.
After that, the nurses wanted me to lay flat for thirty minutes. So I did. Just staring at my embabies, praying that they both, or at least one, stick.
I hurried to the car where K waited. As I approached the car I looked in the window, he was beaming with a big smile on his face. His eyes filled with tears as I showed him our embabies.
I don't remember the ride home much, because I was pretty loopy after the Valium.
But today had come, and today was perfect.
baby dust,
s.
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