Monday, December 5, 2011

The First Return

It was June 2005 and my IVF journey continued...

I called first thing on Sunday morning. They had 4 embryos for me. Again I was surprised. 16 eggs retrieved and I end up with only 4 embryos? I went to see Dr. B and he explained it to me:

"We had 16 eggs. As this was  your first IVF we did an experiment. We put eight of the eggs in a dish with sperm and waited to see if any of them would be fertilized. None of them were. The other eight we fertilized by ICSI (actively putting the sperm into the egg). Four of them took and we are going to return these to you today."

I went down to 'Day-Surgery' and undressed up to my waist. There was no anaesthetic so no pre-op procedures. I was told to drink a lot as the embryos are easier to place on a full bladder. So I lay on a bed sipping from a little bottle of water. I finished the water and waited. I was desperate to wee and the nurse said it would be another 15 minutes until I went in. Impossible! I was advised to go and partially empty my bladder. Well you try doing that on a full bladder. Whoosh! I was empty.

I quickly refilled my water bottle and gulpted down 750ml in one go, hoping it would have enough time to reach my bladder before I went in. Twelve minutes later I was called in. I gave my name to the Cheshire Cat face in the hatch and put my legs up into the stirrups. "Have you drunk?" "Yes," I replied truthfully.

The metal clamp was inserted into my vagina and the doctor began to screw the two lips apart. This was the most painful part, having your vagina stretched to the circumference determined by the doctor for her convenience. The rest was a doddle. The slight twinge as the catheter touched the internal nerves was so slight compared to the stretching pain that it was almost a welcome distraction. She didn't mention the state of my bladder so I wasn't about to ask.

Then it was all over. They wheeled my bed in from outside and had me slide carefully on to it. I was wheeled back to the before-and-after room and told to lie still for at least half an hour for the cervix to close. Then I could go home.

I got out my book and started to read. The effects of the 750ml of water suddenly hit me. I looked at my watch. I'd only been there for 10 minutes. My bladder felt fit to bursting and I had to lie there like that for at least another 20 minutes. I tried concentrating on my book. I made myself read to the end of the page before checking the time again. Less than two minutes had passed. Another page read - another two minutes. Still 16 minutes to wait.

I worked out that five minutes was 300 seconds so if I counted to 1000 slowly I would be over the time. I started counting. Strangely enough it was easier to count than to read. When I reached 500 I did a time check. I'd counted so slowly that ten minutes had passed. 360 more seconds and I could go to the loo! I made myself count to 400. I was comfortably over the half hour but uncomfortably about to wet myself. I tried to walk smoothly to the bathroom, not wanting to jiggle the embryo if it had found a nice place to implant itself, but it was at best a fast-smooth walk. Needs must.

Greatly relieved in every sense of the word, I took a taxi home. I asked the driver to drive as smoothly as possible but I don't think he understood the importance of the request. I attempted to glide up the three flights of stairs to my apartment and, once there, I slid into my bed for the remainder of the day with a pile of magazines I had prepared earlier.

10 comments:

  1. So they implanted all four? I think that doesn't happen anymore (in the UK anyway).

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  2. Keren - everything changed even as I was going through it. They stopped stimulating so many eggs as they are now wary of the long term effects. They also don't return so many as there have been too many multiple pregnancies/births which are problematic. Also the success rate is far higher now so they are more confident with fewer embryos. Obvioulsy it depends on your age and history - an older woman with specific problems will recieve more than a younger woman with no soecific condition.

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  3. I will be keeping everything crossed for you. How long till you find out?

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  4. Woops sorry Jen, more confusion. This all happened back in June 2005. My daughter (not from this IVF) is now 3yo.

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  5. Gosh, and I thought having a smear was difficult. I'm full of admiration.

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  6. Lins - I had an ulterior motive for goiing through all this - I wanted a baby ;)

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  7. and that very full bladder was very worth it in the end wasn't it ;) Lovely piece, even if I do need the loo now! Emma :)

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  8. There's along way to go yet Emma - that full bladder was sadly wasted. Thanks for your comment.

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  9. The counting brings to life so vividly your determination. So sad that this round did not work out.

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  10. Thanks Motherporridge - on the other hand I eventually brought home the exact daughter I wanted. Just took a bit longer...

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