Progress Report Call…from SRM

9:00AM

I was awake but resting when the call came in. Our wonderful nurse called to update us on how the other embry-babies were doing. Yesterday at the retrieval she said they had 6 of the 8 that were growing. So after implanting 1 there were 5 left. She mentioned yesterday they were not growing great but there was no indication that we would receive the news that we did this morning. Only ONE made it to the freezing stage. They all quit growing and were not viable.

Please do not misunderstand, I am thankful for the ONE, of course, and the one that is hopefully still growing in my belly but this was incredibly devastating news. I did have a dream for the number of our future children. Now that is not possible—on this round at least. I am not sure we can afford another/second round. The freezing of the embryos was our security of our future family. If this baby doesn’t take, and the odds are 50/50 based on how it was growing, then we only have one other embryo baby to try.

This is not the wiggle room we anticipated. This is not the family we had planned. This is NOT what we expected. Miles and I spent the morning in tears. I can’t explain how devastating it is to hear that only one survived. I am a hot mess of tears and emotions. I am pretty certain that Miles was preparing himself for the worst…that it would take a couple “tries” to get one that stuck until we could announce officially that we are pregnant. Now, we don’t have that luxury. We are praying this one sticks…and the next one. I did have dreams for twins on the next go around, and that statistically is not longer probable. Call me selfish and pessimistic but right now it feels like our dreams are dying.

I know that God has us and His plan. His ways are hard to understand sometimes. We are trusting HIM. And know that He only gives us His best, but sometimes there is pain in the offering. Blessed be His name.

Holding my breath.  Too scared to dream.

Day 5: Transfer Day!

The day has come the doctors at SRM are gonna put a baby in my belly. I am incredibly nervous. I am incredibly shaky and trying to remain calm. It was not as early an appointment as they usually are, however, we were not 100% sure of our route to get to Seattle as the Skagit I-5 bridge collapsed this week causing many delays and is our route to Seattle. Not helping the stress level at all.

Well, the detour routes were easy and I was drinking my 36 ounces of water on the way and took my Ativan to try to help with the nerves. This procedure was EVERYTHING. I knew the importance of this day and all that lead up to it, and how much was riding on a smooth procedure. I was not as “prepared” to know what to expect for it and that was adding to the nerves. I knew I was not going to be asleep and it might be pretty uncomfortable. Especially with an incredibly full bladder. I knew the catheter holding the embryo of choice was, had to be, small…but still. UGH. I was going to pop I was just sure of it.

I did threaten the super nice doctor that I just might perhaps pee in her face so she had better be gentle. I am hoping it was the nerves. That just doesn’t sound like me.

MAGICAL!  Miles and I got to see the picture of the embryo #4139782 that was selected due to its size and growth progress. It was deemed #1 and put up on a monitor for us to see and talk to. I felt privileged to see my baby at this early of a stage where most at this point wouldn’t have even known there was something in there floating around as it is before it has even “attached” itself to the uterus yet. MAGIC for sure.


It was floating around and we watched the catheter suck it up into the tubes and the tubes were immediately transferred inside me. Again we watched the monitors and saw the catheter glide to the exact spot the doctors wanted and then a tiny lil shape we’ve named “odd shapey” kind of rolled out and landed somewhere inside the uterus.
 All the equipment was removed and I could just lay there on the table and relax. YEAH Right!  RELAX! I had a full bladder and they wanted me to lay still. Forty minutes of misery while equipment and ultrasounds pressed on my bloated belly…and now all this time later I needed to do the potty dance. An egg timer was set for 15 minutes and ticked mockingly away at me.
When that thing dinged I really did spring to my feet. I nearly forgot I was supposed to be moving carefully and walk/waddle slowly. I threw on a very fancy hospital worthy white waffle terry cloth skirt with snaps up the side and I half waddled/half pranced to the nearly bathroom and finally had the best pee of my life…just saying. It was wonderful.

It wasn’t until we were on our way home and I realized the extent of what just happened. They put that tiny lil baby in my belly. It is with me RIGHT now. Just floating around and hopefully getting used to its new “home” and wanting to find a good place to settle in. That is what we are hoping. We want baby to stick, but at this point we have done everything we can and it is entirely in God’s hands now. It is a good feeling to know we have tried everything and offer up our trust in Him that this baby is His and His plan for our lives.

My first ultrasound is sometime in the first week of June. So I have bed rest for a couple days and then life resumes to “normal” and the waiting ultimately begins.

The dreaded 2ww (Two-week wait) commences.

As close as we’ve ever been to Daring to Dream…BIG

And the number is………Drum roll please……

…8! Eight embry-babies fertilized. That is a huge sigh of relief. With the ratio of eggs to how many fertilized that is a great number. We are very encouraged by that number. Now we are just praying they GROW GROW GROW!  It is the most odd feeling in the world to know that doctors took my eggs and my husband’s goods and put them together in a Petrie dish. We were praying they would “play nice” and “get along” and then “get IT on” to make babies without us interfering at all. We were not a part of that process. That is so incredibly odd. Nothing normal or natural about this process. Just waiting. And praying. Miles and I found great comfort in knowing that he and I got along so well so our “stuff” should too. Oh. My. Goodness! This is such an odd thing. We are hoping our stuffs are getting along fabulously and making babies in a plastic dish. I mean our future children are being created right now…all of them. Isn’t that crazy?

The transfer date has been scheduled as well for the weekend. Either Friday (Day 3) or Sunday (Day 5).

I need the cheerleaders at this point. So please keep dreaming with me…

Egg Retrieval Day

Seattle is pretty far away. It is kind of an annoying drive when brimming with anxiousness and anticipation. Perhaps the drive then is better? I don’t know. I wasn’t super nervous like I thought I would be. I think it was because I knew I wasn’t going to be in any pain. They were completely knocking me out for this procedure. So thankful. The numbing of my arm to put in the IV was the worst part, so that was pretty great. I handled the anesthetic like a champ. SO THANKFUL. I woke up immediately after feeling great! No nausea or fogginess. Clear and feeling wonderful. It was weird to wake up and feel so good and be alert and able to walk out a half an hour after as if nothing had happened. AWESOME! I definitely felt sore the hours after and a couple days following. They were able to tell us right away that they took out 11 eggs. That is not the 20+ eggs we were expecting/hoping for but still a good number. Now we wait for the call to tell us how many fertilized and turned into embry-babies.

Very much looking forward to THAT call.

Dreaming for a good amount.