Egg retrieval is a tiny bit what I imagine it must be like to prepare to give birth. You wait and wait for that day, fearing at times it may never happen- so excited, nervous and full of hope when it finally does.
The night before retrieval, I g0t everything ready and packed my bag for the hospital. My “overnight bag” (though the procedure is less than an hour) contains my best cozy socks, a book to keep my mind occupied while waiting, comfy sweatpants to wear home- and a maxi pad so I don’t have to use the clinic’s boat-sized pads after the procedure.
And, just as I’d expect Mr. T to do when taking me to the hospital to give birth one day, we get lost on the way. The clinic is only two miles away, but we never drive there since the streetcar by our house goes there directly. Driving to the clinic requires navigating a maze of highways and and one way streets and dead-ends. So of course, Mr. T took a wrong turn somewhere and although we could see the tower of our hospital from the other side of the highway, I was beginning to fear that my eggs would jump ship before we got there.
The same thing happened for IVF 1.0 retrieval day last year- you’d think he’d learn to admit we need the GPS for this trip, right? I successfully kept those thoughts to myself, just sweetly reminding him of the critical timing of this procedure.
Fortunately for Mr. T, me, and our potential babies- we got there on time.
By now my nerves had kicked in, so I was ready to get sedated. My clinic doesn’t put patients all the way under, which caused some distress when I discovered this moments before IVF 1.0 retrieval.
“What do you mean you are going to cut into my vagina while I’m still awake?!”
But now that I know the routine, I actually prefer to be semi-conscious. With the warm narcotics running through my veins, I close my eyes and pretend I’m lying on a beach. In my dream, and in real life, Mr. T. holds my hand and watches the ultrasound screen as Dr. IVF retrieves the eggs one by one from my follicles.
It doesn’t take long. I can’t tell if my sense of time is off because of the drugs, but it seems like it’s all over in less than 5 minutes. What if they didn’t find anything? I’m afraid to ask.
Please let there be some eggs.
“14 eggs!” Dr. IVF announces.
Now it’s up to the Powers That Be, the Embryologist and Mr. T’s thawed-out sperm to do their best by those eggs. Conception of our future baby could be happening any moment.
I’ll get the call tomorrow for the fertilization report, and depending on their grades an numbers, we’ll have transfer either on Tuesday, Thursday or Friday. In the meantime, I’m enjoying resting in bed while Mr. T makes me tomato soup and grilled cheese.
I’m drugged, happy and hopeful. I know my little eggs have a long long way to go, but today, I can relax. Today I gave birth to half my potential babies to be.
Also sending out positive thoughts do my dear friend @coopke who had her retrieval the same time today. Please oh please, let this be our turn now.