The egg collection – my greatest fear in this whole process.
After my final scan on Monday, I injected myself with my final Buserelin and Ovitrelle (hCG) at midnight…which made me wake up vomiting into my hands 2am and I continued vomiting all the next day. (This does not bode well for future morning sickness!)
And then Wednesday was the big day! We drove into the ACU for my egg collection at 11am and the team at Kings College Hospital are truly amazing. Considering they do this all day long, everyday, they have not lost their humanity or ability to care for each couple as special people, experiencing this scary and exciting experience for the first time. Every step was explained to us and our questions answered patiently. At moments when needed, a gentle squeeze of the hand was offered. We both felt really cared for.
As my followers will know, I was really scared of the egg collection because of the concept of a needle going up your vagina. A vacuumy needle going up MY vagina, in particular. And I became even more worried when I found out that because my asthma is particularly acute right now, they weren’t going to give me the normal sedative. All they would offer was a stronger than usual dose of morphine.
Trying to keep your dignity and not sound slurry whilst on morphine is futile. And I really wished that the ceiling in the operating theatre wouldn’t keep moving around…it was very disconcerting.
But you know, the process was only about 15 minutes long and my husband was with me the whole time, supporting me and watching the process on the big screen. And in the end the probing of the vaginal ultrasound was far more painful than the needle or anything else. I actually couldn’t feel the needle at all.
The next day (yesterday) I was at my College, giving a presentation, so we arranged for the clinic to call my husband to tell him if any of the embryos were mature and a good enough quality to fertilise. In a way, while I would have liked to get the call, I’m glad they called him, because it helped him feel more involved. Up until now, his role has been to go into a room and ‘produce a sperm sample’ with nurses banging on the door asking him if he’d finished yet. So when he got the call at around 11.30 yesterday, he sounded so happy to call me afterwards and tell me that there were 8 eggs retrieved, 7 of which were mature and we had a result far better than the clinic had expected: 7 fertilised embryos.
It suddenly became real for him – that we are really going to become parents!
And when we called our parents, it suddenly became real for them too! My mother, who has up until now been slightly disinterested and skeptical of the whole thing, now realises that she might become a grandmother soon and she is so excited.
Our single embryo transfer happens tomorrow afternoon, so please send your love and good wishes and positive thoughts our way.
And please share your advice on anything to do after the embryo transfer: nutrition, positions, activities (or lack thereof), superstitions. You name it, I want to hear it!