the lucky seven.
For my fifth and final IVF cycle we ended up with seven eggs being retrieved. SEVEN! It’s a pretty impressive number for me. My Dr. stands by the mantra of quality over quantity. He also has a practice of not counting all the teensy tinsy eggs that he know will not mature in time for retrieval, his estimates are always conservative, which I greatly appreciate.
Going into retrieval he saw about five eggs he was pleased with. To hear he had retrieved seven was a surprise, but we will take it.
My retrieval went well! Seeing how The Edder has been over seeing the renovation of his new downtown office space and that his 12 hour work days, every day, show no signs of stopping, he stayed home. However, my sister’s sister in law (confusing i know) happened to be in LA when I was. So she, being the incredible person she is and a fantastic friend to me, took me to my retrieval. Everything went smoothly and my anesthesiologist treated me well. I told him the last few retrievals I have woken up in crazy bad pain that would last about 20 minutes then subside. He took mercy on me and according to my recovery nurse “hooked me up” before sending me off post retrieval. My kinda Dr.
I vaguely remember waking up after retrieval and face-timing with The Edder. He said I was a pretty fun time on that call. After I had woken up enough to sign papers and leave, my friend and I headed home to my sisters house where I slept and recovered the rest of the day. Then the next morning I flew back home while thinking and waiting to hear the news about our babies. I found out between flights that we had five eggs fertilize. I think I may have made some very loud noises in the airport to my nurse over the phone. It was a successful cycle and The Edder and I were incredibly proud of our results.
All in all it’s bittersweet that I’ve finished my part of making my babies. I will miss my Dr., my nurses and my trips to LA. I will even somewhat miss the anticipation of nightly shots and having the ability to actually do something for my babies. At least I got to nourishing them the best I could as long as I could. I like to think of it like this; I just gave birth to my babies REALLLLLLLYYYYY early.
But the bittersweet feelings about my IVF cycles were pushed aside with the happy news that after five days of growing strong we had three more babies to add to our frozen brigade of mighty fighters. That makes seven embryos total, staying frosty in a freezer in Pasadena. These seven will be PGD tested soon and then we all just wait until go time, when our gestational carrier will take over what I couldn’t manage, growing our sweet babes. And I’m okay with that.