This morning started off nice and early. I woke up at 3 a.m., two hours before my alarm was set to go off. I was way too excited to go back to sleep, so I checked my email and was surprised to see a “Thinking about you tomorrow!” note from my doctor. I heart her.
The actual procedure was uneventful. We got there around 6:45 and they got me settled in pretty quickly. The doctor stopped by to see if I had any questions. Naturally, it was the dreaded doc from last Monday’s ultrasound. Womp-womp.
I wasn’t really nervous until I actually got to the OR and then I just started to feel awkward. It was freezing. I had to put my feet in the largest stirrups known to man. The whole time the nurse and the anesthesiologist were getting me ready, the doctor was standing near the wall, facing me with his arms crossed like some sort of overlord. It was kind of creepy. It’s all good, though, as I was probably only in there for five minutes before I passed the hell out.
I woke up sitting in a recliner in the recovery area. One of the nurses told me I was done and I immediately asked, “Was I talking?” That is my greatest fear with anesthesia. The last time I went under, about a year ago, a nurse told me I woke up chatting and was going on for about 15 minutes before I was aware of it. She never told me what I said in those 15 minutes, but it still makes me nervous thinking about it. Anyway, the nurses today said I wasn’t jabbering when I woke up, but who knows if that’s true!
They retrieved 10 eggs. I know this is a decent number, but I have to admit I was still a little bummed that out of 16 follicles they only got 10. I don’t know if it was the anesthesia wearing off, the let-down after the huge build-up to retrieval or the fact that I’d been up since 3 a.m., but I started crying as soon as I left the surgery center. I’m really nervous about fertilization, as we are doing traditional IVF and not ICSI. For those who don’t know, ICSI is a technique where they inject an individual sperm into each egg to aid fertilization. In traditional IVF, they basically throw the sperm and the eggs in a petri dish and let them go to town. The nurse today told me that there is typically a 50% fertilization rate. And then I’ve heard that, after fertilization, roughly half the embryos make it to day 5. So if all of those numbers are true, we’re looking at roughly 2.5 embryos remaining (if everything goes smoothly, of course). I know all it takes is one, but I would love the luxury of ending up with one or two to freeze. I guess we’ll see what happens. Unfortunately, my crystal ball is broken at the moment. I’m just praying that those 10 eggs are mature and of good quality!
I think that’s the worst part about this whole process — the unknown. Will the embryos fertilize? Who knows! Will they continue to grow? Who knows! Will they implant and lead to a successful pregnancy? Well, ain’t that the biggest unknown of all.
All in all, the morning went smoothly. For some reason, I still have yet to attempt a nap, so I think I’ll do that now. I’ll be sure to update with the fertilization report tomorrow!