Here I am, 19 hours after my FET (Frozen Embryo Transfer). I’m laying flat on my back in bed, as instructed. Trying to find things to fill in my time. Let’s back up to yesterday morning…
I got up early for my husband to give me my shots for the morning. On last Saturday I started the new shot, the dreaded one: Progesterone in Oil. I have been somewhat freaking out about this one since the beginning, but strangely, with all of the shots, I’m taking them one poke at a time since there are so many ahead of me. I’ve read horror stories online again, about how bad it is, and talked to a personal friend who told me they were the worst part of the process, bringing her to tears every time. I swear she told me it starts ok, then got worse for her. I researched so many tips and tricks about what to do to make them better. The first shot, I didn’t even feel it at all. I am supposed to inject them in the morning before 9am. Which in my opinion, is a good thing, because I make sure to get moving and make sure the oil has a good amount of time to flow into my muscle. It does get stiff on my backside, feeling like I have concrete in my muscle. But really so far, it’s just been a strange uncomfortable feeling, I have had little to no pain associated with the actual poke and the shot afterwards. One day, I feel like maybe a pain receptor was hit because I was sore all day, but just sore, not in pain. My secret so far, which is part of my OCD planning, we have a small diagram drawn in a notebook of the two circles the nurse drew (and my husband has redrawn) on my backside. Every morning before the injection, we look at the diagram and we plot out the best location for the injection, that is nowhere near the last one. We also alternate between sides, so there is ample time for the injection site and muscle to chill before getting poked again. He always proclaims a time as if the circle drawn on me is a clock, such as “okay, so 4 o’clock today, got it” and it reinforces we are both on the same page as far as location. When I first get up in the morning I turn the heating pad on (it’s folded in half, with the pre-disposed syringe I prepared the night before in the fold) so that it can warm the oil in the syringe before it’s injected. It is usually in the heating pad for about 15 minutes while I get ready and we do the Lovenox injection. I ice the area for about 5-10 minutes and lay FLAT on my stomach in bed, with my toes pointed in, relaxed. He swabs with alcohol pad and pulls the skin taught and pokes it in. I barely feel the poke, and it doesn’t even hurt. Then he immediately massages the area for about 5 minutes and I put the heating pad on it for about 2 minutes. I immediately get up and move, move, move. I want the oil and the muscle engaged for a while. It seems to be working thus far. We’ll see, as it’s only been 7 shots so far of that medicine. So…back to yesterday morning after the injections/medicines.
Since I was already awake, I decided to head over to my workout class and take some of the stress off by working out. It felt great to get it done and I felt energized and ready to take on the day. After my workout class, I came home and got a bunch of loose odds and ends taken care of, weird things, like putting out the Halloween doormat and hanging a giant Halloween star on my front porch, touching up some paint in my older boys room and I decided to do a fresh coat of paint on my master bedroom door because my kids slimy, dirty little hands are all over the door all the time. The painting went fast and easy…until my hands slipped off the quart size paint can and it came crashing to the floor spilling white paint ALL over the wall and ALL OVER the carpet. I began freaking out, I ran to get towels and sopped up all the globs of paint, and began pouring glasses of water on the paint spots to wash is down. Knowing the paint is water based I knew if I poured enough water on it, it would go away, I just had to get to it before it dried. I spilled on my socks and I didn’t realize it and I tracked it on other parts of the carpet. I am huge on signs and I thought maybe it was a bad sign, but looking at it from a different angle, there were so many good signs, first, I had just taken off my favorite work out shoes, if I hadn’t they would have been ruined. I’d much rather throw out a pair of socks than my favorite shoes. I got almost ALL the paint off the wall, except for a couple little spots I will have to repaint, and all the paint out of the carpet! It’s a miracle. I did however, ruin five bath towels, but on a good note, they were 8-9 years old and I had been wanting to replace them anyways, lol. So, that kept my mind and body busy scrubbing for about 30 minutes, repeating over and over ‘ohmygodohmygod’, hahahaha.
After that was all taken care of, I jumped in the shower, got myself all ready and my husband came home from work to pick me up. I brought the blanket we have for her, that I have different ones for all my kids and they bring them everywhere. I brought hers for good luck. My transfer time was set for 1pm, and they told me to get there by 12:30 to take a Valium and Ibuprofen before the procedure. Well, they were running behind and didn’t call me back until 12:45, then the nurse rushed me through the questions and asked me to change into my operating gown. I thought she would leave, but she just stalled, I’m thinking, I know you are about to see me naked anyways, but give me a little dignity and let me change into the gown without you in here. Finally she left and I changed, but she kept coming back in while I was. I was so annoyed. Then she had me take the Valium and the Ibuprofen, like 10 minutes before the procedure, I don’t feel like it did anything. Also, they made me drink like 40 ounces of water before getting there so I had to pee so bad it was uncomfortable. They had my husband get into a gown and mask and cap and we walked into the operating room. They had me lay back with my legs in these comfy stirrup things and I made a comment to my husband that those were the comfy things I was talking about, and he laughed.
So my doctor came in and put the speculum in me and got right to business. They had the table I was laying on at a downward angle so my crotch was basically right in his face. The nurse was using the ultrasound on the outside of my body and pressing on my stomach where my previous two c-sections were and it hurt so bad, not to mention the pressure from having to pee so bad, it made me gasp. I was gripping my husbands hand so hard from the nerves and pain. They had a tv screen on the wall, and my doctor said, we are doing one embryo, and I repeated back, one baby girl embryo, and he said do you see it on the screen, that little white dot in the middle, that’s it. And he said now they are going to take her and bring her in here, and I saw a syringe suck her up and she was gone from the screen. My doctor said, and he should be coming in here in a second, and the door opened with the embryologist and he proclaimed ‘here’s your baby girl’, and my doctor said the catheter is even pink for her, and the embryologist said ‘that’s right’. and before you know it she was safe and sound in my uterus. It literally only took 10 minutes, if that for the whole thing, from start to finish. They gave me a picture of her, little white dot that she is right now, sandwiched safely in between the walls of my uterus. I can’t stop looking at her. I began sobbing, this was it, the exact moment I take over as mother again, to host this little girl that will one day be. It was so emotional. My husband and I just looking at each other (I had to move his face mask off of him so I could see his face).
The nurse told me I needed to lay there like that for 5 minutes and then I could get up and go to the bathroom and then I needed to lay down for 30 more minutes and I could go, then it was bed rest the next 24 hours. She then left the OR. I said to my husband I hope she comes back, because I don’t know if I get up myself or she does it…lol…but she was in and out and after 5 minutes she helped me up and helped me to the bathroom, which felt amazing! Then I strolled back to the bed I was in and rested flat on my back for 30 minutes, talking to my husband. I did have to get blood work again, but I’m no stranger to needles now. But the entire time, it was surreal, this moment here, her inside of me…just waiting, hoping, excited. When the nurse came back, she said I was free to go, I said, already? and she said, you can stay as long as you want, but I’m sure you want to go home, and she chuckled. So true.
We drove home and I got into bed, laying on a pillow with my butt and legs raised higher than the rest of me, and only got up about once an hour to pee or get medicine. It was much more uncomfortable that I thought it would be, laying like that, and I got a massive headache. By the time it came to go to sleep, I was exhausted, but couldn’t fall asleep, I was uncomfortable and wishing and praying this works.
I slept okay and today is a new day. Laying here flat today, trying to rest and picture her growing inside me and me being a good host to let her be amazing. I will have to wait two weeks to find out if I’m pregnant. I have high hopes. 🙂 Fingers and toes crossed for good news.