Post Surgery

I'm trying hard to keep posts coming...too many distractions to sit down and type out everything. Here's the next installment...

I woke up I believe to the nurse saying something to me. I realize that Mike's in the room, but then I fall back asleep. I wake up and talk to him a bit, but then back to sleep, and then awake and asleep. He tells me this goes on for over an hour. My doctor comes in to give us an update and we find out that they were able to get 14 eggs!! The nurse gives us directions for drugs to take. I wasn't feeling great, but it was mainly just feeling completely out of it. I finally am feeling up to getting dressed and Mike helps me do that. I need a break between each step. After a few minutes, I'm able to get up and we leave and head home.

I actually don't feel bad at all. We get home and I plant myself on the couch for the rest of the day. I only took one small nap, but just felt super tired. I didn't even need to take any more of the pain killers. Mike definitely took great care of me by making me dinner and hanging out with me.

We are also so thankful for all the messages, the flowers, the dinners, and the prayers from our loved ones.

By the next day I was feeling completely normal, but a bit bloated still. We would be getting daily calls from our embryologist. Our call that morning, she told us of the 14 eggs, there were 3 that just weren't very good. And off the remaining 11, they were able to fertilize all of them! This was great news! We would know the next day when we would need to come in for the transfer.

The next day we got the call that all embryos were still doing good and that we would do the transfer the following Tuesday. We were excited to have the weekend to relax (plus we had scored suite tickets to the Cincinnati Bengals game the next day).

I was definitely getting tired of all the drugs. We started another one that day. Some were once a day, some were twice, and one was 3 times a day. Plus some couldn't be taken with food and some did. It was all so confusing, but I think I got it all right.

I didn't know what our future held, but I was so thankful that all of this was possible. I know some religions have objections to IVF, but I was so thankful that it was going so smoothly, that we found a way to finance it, and that the success rates were higher than anything we've done before.

I then had the dilemma of being hopeful. I wanted to think that this would all work and we'd have a baby in 9 months, but yet, we're so use to getting bad news. And I know several women that have failed with IVF, so why should it work this one time for us?

I just kept praying and thanking God. I knew He had something big planned for us.