We Hit the Ground Running

This past Saturday, I had an egg retrieval for IVF!

Even though we hit a lot of obstacles getting to this point, it finally happened, and I am recovering well and quickly. I had to do injections for 14 days to prepare for the retrieval which included a trigger shot that I had to have my husband do for me. The trigger shot was a much larger needle than the rest of the injections (so far) and it had to be injected on my backside since it was an intramuscular injection.

I have had a LOT of appointments up until this point though and it is more than exhausting planning for things at school and making sub plans last minute (as I have already expressed my stress levels about). This past week, when things were still up in the air, I had to deal with a pretty stressful situation in which my brother saved my butt. I had an appointment on Wednesday morning where I was told I would most likely take my trigger shot that night and then have the egg retrieval on Friday. I had already taken time off for Friday earlier that week and had sub plans ready to go.

Then I got a phone call Wednesday afternoon around noon… I needed to take the stimulation medicine for one or two more days and that my retrieval was going to be pushed back to Saturday or Sunday, also I would have to go back in Thursday morning. I could deal with that and figure out the sub plans and time off, but I had a bigger problem: I was out of stimulation injections. The doctor offered to have someone on their team find some samples that I could come back to get. Then it got more interesting: I had to pick it up in their Richmond office (there were not any samples in Norfolk) and I had to pick it up before their office closed at 3:15. Also, I had to take these injections by 6:00pm. (Remember that I live in Newport News and work in Windsor).

I panicked a little bit and called my husband to try and figure this out. I had just gotten to work a little over an hour ago and if I was going to make it to Richmond in time, I would have to leave right now and find coverage for my classes. My husband was not able to leave work. I thought about how one of my brothers lived in Richmond and wondered if I could send him to pick up the medicines for me. I called my brother and, luckily for me, his classes had been canceled for the day. That meant he was free to do me a HUGE favor. I called the doctor’s office back, and finally got to a point where I could send my brother to pick up the medicine for me.

That morning I drove from Newport News to Norfolk, from Norfolk to Windsor, left work in Windsor immediately after the students left to drive to Richmond, and then drove back home to Newport News to take my medicines before my husband and I went to small group at church that night. I was TIRED that night.

After my appointment the next morning, I got the word that my follicles were finally big enough and my hormone levels were finally high enough. I took the trigger shot at 8:00pm on Thursday night to prepare for the egg retrieval at 8:00am on Saturday (it has to be precisely timed). My husband did the trigger shot for me Thursday night and then drove me to my appointment in Richmond early Saturday morning that we left for at 5:30am.

My husband cared for, and has continued to care for, me in the best ways. He made sure I was comfy, took a nap, ate foods I could handle, he has cooked and cleaned and taken care of everything as I have recovered.

Going into the retrieval, my doctor said that I had 6-7 follicles that would be possible eggs. Once I woke up from the procedure, the doctor told me that they got 6 eggs. This morning I got the phone call to let me know of the fertilization results of the 6 eggs:

5 of the eggs were mature, 1 was not mature enough to do anything with
1 of the eggs did not fertilize
2 of the eggs definitely fertilized
2 of the eggs could go either way

As of now, we are taking this as good news. I will get a phone call on Tuesday to let me know what time my possible appointment will be for an embryo transfer in Richmond on Thursday. Thursday morning they will give me a call to let me know if one of the embryos is developed enough for me to have a transfer that day or if they need to wait an extra day. The rest of the embryos (if we have any) will be frozen for us to try and have more kids later on.

I have been telling others that we are practicing cautious optimism. Of course we wish all of the eggs had fertilized, we also wish that we had a kid or two by now. The fertilized eggs still may not get to what is called blastocyst stage, so we are still praying for healthy development of the eggs that fertilized.

A quick shot of campus at my alma mater, CNU!

Waiting…waiting…waiting…

It has been 60 days since my last doctors visit regarding fertility and 45 days since my last period. 45 days since I found out I wasn’t pregnant after my first positive ovulation test since I starting taking OPTs (ovulation predictor tests). Over two months ago I scheduled my first appointment with the Jones Institute in Newport News, and it is finally almost here. Our first appointment is this Friday, and time is moving slower than it ever has before.

When I was in middle school, my seventh grade English teacher always said, “It’s all relative. Everything is relative, especially time.” I knew what it meant, but only in the past two months have I really felt the weight of those words. The past two months have felt like a year. I ask my husband almost every day if we can start the adoption process because I am sick of waiting around and doing nothing. It feels like every day is a day I’m wasting not trying to get pregnant.

Every story, book, and blog post I have read about other women struggling with infertility have all said that the worst part about all of it is the waiting and the weeks in between. Are they sanctifying weeks? Sure, but they still suck.

As Friday approaches, I jump quickly back and forth between different feelings. There is a lot of excitement between my husband and I about taking the next steps. Every person I have talked to about the Jones Institute has said amazing things or said that they heard from someone else how they got pregnant going there. I am excited to get my questions asked and hopefully answered. At the same time, I’m so worried about what answers I am going to get, that I would almost rather not ask at all. Do not even get me started on the fears I have about the financial part of this journey. Is it wise to go into debt? Are my options going to fit into our morals?

Those of you who I see often know how busy I am in and outside of work. I have added responsibilities at work, I have a student teacher right now, my only free night during the week is Tuesday (and even then I always have a meeting after school), and the rest of the nights I have something to do. They are all wonderful things, and I love all of it. I am just trying to paint a picture of how busy I am.

Usually, when we are busy, time goes a little faster, jumping from one thing to the next. But even in this incredibly busy time, when I always have something to do, some task to achieve or an ever-lengthening to-do list, I can not help but feel that time is dragging on. I want Friday to be now. I want pregnancy to be tomorrow. I want to be a mother yesterday.

If you’ve read my posts before, you know that I know the “correct” answers and I know what is true. You know that I’m just venting and processing my feelings. So please, pray for me and my husband, and if anyone has the power to speed my relative time, please do so.

Overwhelmed, but OK

So far, this school year has been very busy. I bit off more than I can chew, so I spit some out and am focusing on what I have left and what is important. October has been the first month that I have not been on hormones and I think my body freaked out going through a type of withdrawal, which led to an emotional rollercoaster and feeling physically awful.

In September, I went for my last cycle of hormones at the doctor I was seeing previously and for the first time ever, it looked like I was going to ovulate. In my last post, I explained a little more in detail what this looked like and, as I explained in my last post, I was incredibly hopeful and excited.

One of the worst things that I’ve been told over and over the past month or so is “at least you know you CAN ovulate.” That’s great, and it’s true, but all I feel is that I’ve lost something that could have been… someONE that could have been. Is that irrational? Probably. But boy does my heart hurt. I feel like my heart is slowly getting fainter and fainter. BUT, If you have said this to me recently, know that I am not mad at you or upset, and I probably forgot that you specifically said it to me. I appreciate and honor your joy and optimism! Please know that I love and appreciate you.

I read this in a book recently, and it sums up how I feel about being sad. The author can say it much better than I can:

“Grief is not the opposite of faith. Mourning is not the opposite of hope. I believe that well-meaning Christians can try to hurry us out of our mourning because we make them uncomfortable. The Bible does not say to cheer up the bereaved, but rather to ‘mourn with those who mourn.’ Christ does not say we grieve because we are deficient in faith, but rather, ‘Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted [not rushed]’ (Matthew 5:4).”
Jennifer Saake, Hannah’s Hope

I know in my head what is rational and I knew that our chances were low, but I still let my heart get excited and not one person can say anything to heal the hurt I have inside. I’m overwhelmingly blessed by my husband that has continued to check on me and just let me be there with him. He is always there for me, and he always points me back to the Lord for comfort.

Even though I’ve been at an emotional low recently, I have been in a spiritual high. I’ve felt nothing but joy and excitement for others having babies and getting pregnant. There has not been one ounce of bitterness. A close friend of mine had her baby a couple weeks ago and the moment I saw that sweet baby, all I could think of was how much of a miracle babies are. So many things have to go right to get pregnant in the first place and then so many things have to go right for nine months straight for there to be a baby at the end. I saw that baby and just got so excited for her parents and that she was here in the world with us. I love that baby so so much.

I’ve had many friends announce their pregnancies this month and several of them are people who have been experiencing trouble getting pregnant themselves, so I’ve been rejoicing with them. Their joy does not add to my sadness. I’ve said it before, and I meant it then, but this time I truly feel joy for them and in my own heart as well. Pregnancy is so cool; I really, REALLY want it for myself.

I have an appointment scheduled in November to go to the Jones Institute. They will probably do another work up including blood tests and exams, exams on my husband, and talk to us about the next steps. I have been told by my previous doctor that they will probably recommend IVF or IUI. There are a lot of things I have to learn and many questions I have to be answered, but I’m hoping this new chapter of this journey will bring more answers and maybe some more hope.