I am typing this from flat on my back in recovery post transfer. I’m using an iPhone so forgive me for for spelling etc.
I arrived on time with my full bladder. Of course the clinic was running late so I sat and squirmed for 30 mins before getting changed into my sexy gown and cap combo.
I was already a tad upset (ehem) by the rushed transfer and therefore presumably not good quality of my eggs. My mood wasn’t helped by the fact they wouldn’t let WW come in with me.
Nice tiny nurse was hurrying everyone along saying I “pood chee” (had to pee), for which I was grateful.Eventualy Dr W rocked up. The big friendly teasing nurse was wrong, two not three eggs divided. The others didn’t even start. He gave me a picture of the two survivors and told me they were only 5 cells and grade 3. It is unlikely that I will have a successful transfer this month.
Then why the fuck am I paying 1000 Gbp to go through with this now? I shouted (in my head).
The procedure itself was quick and painless but then I was left in the operation room by myself for an hour with nothing but my full bladder, disappointment and crushing financial concerns for company.
I teetered on the verge of tears for half an hour before forcing myself to remember the good. We still have more eggs and enough money to do a few transfers (a fresh retrieval will only happen after another year of saving).
I am refusing to look at the embryo pic. I am not sitting hopeful for the next two weeks. Instead I will begin a four week wait counting down to my next ivf attempt. I’m thinking of asking the doctor to defrost all the leftover eggs and pick the best. Hopefully if we get any extra good ones they can be refrozen and stored for another go. Is it possible to refreeze embryos when they have developed for 3 or 4 days?
The crazy doctor wanted me to take 2 weeks off work for this ‘unlikely to succeed’ cycle. Oh, yeah my boss would love that! As it is he is writing me off for the whole of next week on a medical certificate. I’m keeping shtum about going back on Weds. And I’m only really taking these days as an excuse to relax and catch up on some paperwork.
I am determined to have one win out of this clinic trip. After lying for an hour alone the nurses brought me back to the room where WW was waiting on a wheelie bed. Then they wanted me to pee into a bed pan. No f*ing way! It is my one remaining level of dignity. 5 nurse and 1 Doctor got to check out how I style my pubic hair already today. I draw the line firmly at bedpans. They chuckled knowingly as I sent them packing with the offending item. You have taken away control of everything else but I still have my bladder! I have to lie down until 7pm. I started needing to pee at 3.30pm. I have half an hour to go. I am going to win *giggles manically and then stops, worrying some pee might have come out*