There’s a day in the life of an IVF patient when all is right with the world, when all those drugs finally pay off for a major high, when all possibilities are rosy and hopeful. It’s called Trigger Time.
No matter what comes later, Trigger Time is a day of hope.
Today we got our call. After talking to the clinic in our usual routine, Mr. T sent me an email with the instructions:
You are moving to retrieval. Ovidril at 9pm tonight.
36 hours later on Saturday at 9am will be retrieval. Check in at 8:30 am. Front desk unmanned.
No more Menopur or Follistim or Gannirelx – yeah!
After dinner on Friday, before bed, needs to do an enema. Nothing to eat or drink after midnight on Friday until after retrieval.
Shampoo / deodarant are fine to wear, but no perfume, cologne, or body lotion. Comfortable clothes and something to keep your feet warm.
Calling in pain meds. Pick up tomorrow.
Beautiful words to hear after waiting for so long to get to this point, after worrying about my high FSH, the fear of canceled insurance and cancelled cycles, after two weeks of twice daily and then three times daily injections. Never mind that the instructions include words such as “pain killers” and “enema.” Never mind the awkwardness of another woman giving my husband instructions about my enema.
(Ok, maybe I do mind that- a little. Weird, right?)
Whatever it takes. My baby’s egg could be just a few days away from meeting Mr. T’s frozen guys. Today we have hope, and it feels so good.
I’ll be back on Saturday to let you know how it goes. Thanks for all your thoughts and well wishes. Here’s to hope and happy trigger days for IVFers everywhere!