What a stressful few days that was. I was shocked when we got our fert report on Friday, and my mind started racing and going to all the worst places, mostly being concerned with my eggs. I couldn't understand how we got so few eggs, and so few that fertilized, especially using ICSI. We let ourselves be sad and disappointed and angry on Friday, then we got up on Saturday and tried to get into a better head space. I think we were both staying guarded, we were so worried there was more bad news in store for us, it just kind of feels like par for the course these days. I tried to keep busy on Sat, my mom and I went for pedicures and then out for lunch. We watched a movie and just hung out for most of the afternoon - it helped to try and stay distracted, although it was never long before my mind went right back to the what if's for transfer day.
On Sunday morning we gave ourselves lots of time to get downtown to the clinic. Of course the highway was closed for a bike marathon, cause why wouldn't it be on the one important day I need to get downtown? But we made it with plenty of time, which was good since the building appeared to be locked, cue moment of WTF?? Another lady came and buzzed in, so we followed her in. Crisis averted! We then headed upstairs to check in and stuff and then I guzzled back some Powerade - have I mentioned how much I detest the appts where you need a full bladder?? That's just not fun for anyone, namely me. Our doctor was about 15mins late, no biggie, it's not like we were there on pins and needles, eager for an update, hungry for some information - you just take your time. (She was not in my good books at this point). She finally arrived and we were ready to go!
They took me into another procedure room and got me up on the table. H came in and sat next to me, then Dr. C finally, after what felt like an eternity, gave us some info. We have three, beautiful 8-cell embryos, one grade 1, two grade 2's.
Huge sigh of relief! H said you could literally see my face change from sheer panic and nerves to elation.
Did she really just say that?? That was literally, at that point, the best possible news we could have received. She also explained that during ER, a lot of my bigger follies were actually empty and contained no eggs, then we got a handful of immature ones, a post mature one and a few good ones. She said it was quite a mixed bag and was actually indicative of PCOS - no one has ever mentioned this to me before, and when I google, I don't think I have many of the typical symptoms, but interesting to hear some more info at least. We also learned that while they got 7 eggs, they only fertilized 3 because the other 4 were immature. So of 3 fertilized, all 3 had made it to day 3, 8 cell embies, which makes me feel much better than only having 3 of 7 work. It kind of made me think that maybe not all my eggs are good, but that when they find the good ones, we can actually make good embryos, or at least that's how I'm interpreting it right now.
We decided to transfer the best two and let #3 continue to develop into blasocyst at which point, if all looks good, we'll freeze - I'll find out tomorrow about this (fingers crossed!). Then it was go time! We watched the tv screen from the lab. They showed my name - yup, definitely
my embies, and zoomed right in so we could see them while the doctor remarked how beautiful they looked. Then we saw them get sucked up the catheter, at which point I laughed and was told not to do that, haha, and the embryologist passed the catheter through the window in the wall to Dr. C. We got to watch the u/s machine while they put my embies in. It was honestly a pretty amazing moment.
That's them, those are my embabies!! I am so incredibly grateful for them and grateful for this opportunity. I pray that this is the first of many incredibly ultrasounds, I pray that at least one sticks around for the long haul. And now, the dreaded 2ww....this should be fun ;)
