That's what yesterday was.
It started out just fine, other than not getting any sleep because I was so nervous for the egg retrieval. Other than that though, Geno and I were up and ready and on our way to the hospital right on time. After being in the car for, oh, 5 seconds, Geno's phone rang. It was United Heating and Cooling. They were scheduled to install new units at the new house that we closed on Monday, but there was a small problem... the man who owned the house was inside and not letting anyone in.
The house we bought was a foreclosure, and the man who lived there was a builder. He built it as his families "forever home", but couldn't pay for it. There is also a strip of land that runs along the opposite side of our driveway that had a separate title from the sale of the house, which wasn't brought to the closing, so we obviously didn't sign it. We didn't even see it because it wasn't there or even talked about. So long story short, that title belonged to a different title company, and with the help of that title company, the owner of the house committed mortgage fraud. Which meant the house was not closed on. Which meant that it was not ours.
That's what I got to deal with on the way to the hospital, and before I went in for surgery, as far as I knew, we were no longer moving. Not something I wanted or needed to deal with at such a crazy time. After a lot of screaming and yelling from the crazy man in our house, everything got taken care of and we are again the proud owners of a new home. And he is the proud participant in a lawsuit more than likely. Idiot.
Now that we are done with that, I can focus on the most important thing happening in my life right now. The retrieval went well, but when I woke up from anesthesia I was in a LOT of pain, and only on my right side. Dr. Stewart said that my right ovary is stuck to my uterus from endometriosis, and from scar tissue that has built up from all the surgeries I've had. That's why I was in so much pain, and as Dr. Stewart described it to Geno, it would "be like you getting your balls stapled to your leg". I love that man.
So they admitted me for a few hours so that he could make sure my pain was under control, which thank God for IV Morphine, I was feeling better pretty quickly. Speaking of the IV, the nurse who tried to start it 3 times blew 3 veins. She went for it a 4th time and another nurse finally stepped in thankfully! My hand and arm have nice big bruises on them today.
Dr. Stewart was able to retrieve 6 eggs, only 1 on the right side and 5 on the left. They fertilized them via ICSI yesterday afternoon, then told me they would call me sometime today with the fertilization report. I got that call around 10:30, and it was not great. Only 3 fertilized. Last time I had 6 fertilize, and from those 6 I had 1 child. The number 3 is a heavy number. I go in Friday at 7:30 for the embryo transfer, and have to decide, based on how they look, how many I will put back. I want to put 2 back, but my regular ob/gyn is pushing for 1 since I had such a terrible pregnancy with Neisan. She (Dr. Martin) and Dr. Stewart are really good friends, and Dr. Stewart said that "she will have my nuts in a vice if I get you pregnant with twins". While I know that twins would not only be difficult to carry, but difficult to have period, I just don't know if I could live with myself if I transferred 1 and it didn't work. The freeze and thaw process is not fool proof, so the other 2 might not make it through it. We had 4 frozen after our fresh cycle and only 1, Neisan, made it through the process. Fresh embryos have a higher rate of working, period. This will be a 3 day transfer. They do 3 and 5 day transfers, based on the embryo quality, with a higher success rate from 5 days. If we were able to do a 5 day, I would absolutely consider a single embryo transfer. To top it all off, Dr. Stewart is not wanting to let me do a fresh cycle again. My embryos are in awful shape, and he said he was surprised to even get 6 eggs from them. So this is it. If this doesn't work, I will not have the chance to do it again. I am not done having a family. I'm 27 years old and my body is failing me. I don't understand it, and it's not fair. Please keep praying and sending the positive vibes and thoughts this way, and I will keep updating as we go along.
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