Egg collection was horrible. Either there weren't enough drugs or everything just caught up on me because i started to cry at the start of the procedure and didn't stop until it was done. What an emotional wreck! I've never done that before. Both of my past procedures were fine. But this time, i don't know what happened.
Poor Doc D with the big long needle inside me while i was shaking and crying the whole time. I have no idea how she still managed to get all the eggs out. Everyone was really nice to me but i felt pretty embarrased.
The good news is that there were 10 eggs. 10! that is more than ever. 5 from the left and 5 from the right. All were injected with G's boys and 7 have fertilised. Which, in the IVF world, i think is a pretty good result.
The problem, though, is that it has opened up a little glimmer of hope for me. I'm feeling like this can happen... even if it's eventually, and after more cycles. And a week ago, i was ready to give up and never try again. The problem is that, i could continue to try and fail and this could go on forever.
There are women out there who are veterans of this. 20 cycles, more... then success! so when does someone decide enough is enough? I don't know if i could handle the emotional ups and downs of this 17 more times... but i'm sure that the women who do, and succeed in the end say that it's worth it.
Fingers crossed that those 7 little blobs are dividing and growing!
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