All things considered, retrieval went well yesterday. We needed to be there at 7:30 and since the lab we go to is about an hour away in no traffic and we’re both highly paranoid, we were on the road at 5:30 a.m.* After hanging out in the parking lot until 7:00, we ventured in and they took us back right away. For most people, this would be a great thing as it meant we got one of the few private rooms instead of curtain divided cubicles. For me, less exciting as it meant I couldn’t indulge in one of my favorite pastimes: eavesdropping. (Turns out, the private room would turn out to be a blessing, but I’m getting ahead of myself.)
LG and I hung out for awhile in the room – most of that time spent with him torturing me taking long pulls from his Diet Pepsi (I, of course, NPO since midnight), several of which he followed up with a satisfied “ahhh…” I responded by telling him that if and when the point comes for him to get a colonoscopy, I will return the favor by indulging in a big bowl of ice cream (his favorite) while he’s getting prepped. Ah, young love.
Finally, they took me back to the procedure room where they had not the usual 3 suspects gathered to behold my Lady Bits (TM – Jen @ Maybe If You Just Relax), but rather 4: the nurse anesthetist, the lab assistant, Dr. Yacht, and player never named. For my own piece of mind, I will assume she was some sort of student. Once the IV was in, the rest was a void until I awoke back in the room….feeling like absolute death.
I tend towards queasiness with any pain meds much less anesthesia, but this was by far the worst. (Now, the private room came in handy.) I was in and out of alertness for much longer than usual while the staff bustled around me. At one point, the anesthetist came in and said this wasn’t surprising as they had to give me additional pain medication during the procedure.** I am loath to think exactly what I did to communicate during my sedated state that I needed more pain medication. Hopefully, neither violence or foul language directed towards Dr. Yacht was involved.
Of course, the need for extra pain medication became clearer once they told us that 28 stabs to the hoo-ha and beyond were involved. That’s right…28 eggs were retrieved from my poor sweat-shop left ovary. While ostensibly a great number, we’ve been on this train before, so we know for us it’s not the retrieval number that matters but rather the fertilization/viable embryo counts. These have historically been lousy. Our overall attrition rate to date has been about 85%. Needless to say, we’re waiting anxiously for the call later today to see how many were mature and how many of those fertilized.
LG took great care of my once we got home. I settled into bed and after a 2-hour nap broke out the IVF kit. This is a tradition that started with our first cycle where I gather up books (hardcover!…no waiting for the paperback versions for the kit!), magazines, and movies and save them for Transfer Week. This cycle’s kit consisted of:
- TIVO’d episodes of So You Think You Can Dance and the new Top Chef Masters.
- Pretty in Plain by Jen Lancaster. This is her 3rd book and one of the few authors that can make me laugh out loud – usually in inappropriate places. (See: IVF Cycle #2).
- Handle with Care– Jodi Picoult
- 6 episodes of Season 2 Brothers and Sisters
- Trash Mags
- Jelly Bellies!
This time, LG decided he needed to get in on the kit action so he ordered himself some guitar books from Amazon and spent yesterday looking after me and trying out his new blues books.
Today, my pain is markedly less than previous retrievals even though this is the biggest haul yet. Perhaps the effect of acupuncture? The true test of the effect of my time off/acupuncture/massage is still to come, but I’m increasingly becoming a convert. So, for today I’m just planning to take it easy (once again, the weather is cooperating by being incredibly rainy and dreary for June making a day on the couch under a blanket much less guilt-inducing) and wait for the phone.
* The day of our first retrieval was a really snowy day. We got there really early, so we were OK, but while we were waiting a lady came in for her retrieval. She was over 90 minutes late due to weather-related traffic. Because her window had passed and they were jammed that day with other people, they weren’t able to do the procedure. Can you imagine? Suffice it to say, that only fuels our paranoia about arriving several hours before our assigned time.
** She also said that she knew I might need more meds to “relax” because I was really nervous about the IV insertion. OK, lady. Growing up, I had a medical condition for which I received meds by IV every month for over 10 years. I was not nervous about the IV. After she left, I muttered that very fact to LG in my still drunk-on-sedatives/in-and-out state. Being a defender of my honor, he asked if I would like him to seek her out so he could clarify that fact. While he was mostly joking, I’m convinced that if his question had been met by a “yes” rather than slack-jawed snoring, he would have done exactly that. He rocks.
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