In my last
post, I wrote about how different this cycle was going to be compared to all
the other ones before it. I talked about having a different egg donor, the most
popular donor my clinic had. In fact, I just found out that every woman who
used this donor had a positive pregnancy test. Now I am not trying to get ahead
of myself, but this is good odds. I talked about addressing the gene mutation I
have and now I am on four new medications to hopefully combat the rejection of
the embryos. I also wrote about how terrified I was that something was going to
go wrong this cycle.
Allow me to
tell you how this cycle actually went.
out this round with borderline low estrogen levels, and was directed to
increase my estrogen medication twice. Within the span of two days, my estrogen
went from 195 to over 2000. This means I had a nice cushy lining for the
potential embryos. Then we got a call a few days later telling us
that six of the eight eggs that were thawed had fertilized. While I was
relieved that most fertilized, there was worry in the back of my mind that we
were starting out with fewer embryos than the last transfer in October.
The day of
transfer, after my husband and I changed into surgical attire, and I swallowed
my Motrin and Valium along with 64 ounces of water to fill my bladder to help the
doctor pass the embryos through a catheter into my uterus, our doctor walked
into the room and he had a big smile on his face.
For the first time since my initial IVF, I went into the IVF surgical suite with a smile that was genuine, and a heart feeling like it would burst from happiness.
time he walked in, back in October, he sat down next to me, and proceeded to
explain that while there were two embryos to transfer that day, they were
behind, as the donor eggs had a hard time waking up from the thaw. I remember
the prick of tears behind my eyes, as I tried desperately to remain positive as
he gently explained if this cycle didn't work for us, that it wasn't my fault.
on March 25, I felt the same prick of tears, but for an entirely
different reason. Friends, there were two embryos to transfer. But this time,
they both made it to blast stage, right on time, and were beautiful. "And," the
doctor added, the smile never leaving his face, "there are two more that I have
every reason to believe will be able to freeze for the future."
first time since my initial IVF, I went into the IVF surgical suite with a
smile that was genuine, and a heart feeling like it would burst from happiness.
For the first time, there was actual hope.
afternoon, I called the clinic to find out the results of the cryopreservation
report. I have never had embryos left over to freeze. The last cryo report I was
informed of, for the last donor cycle, showed none of the extra embryos made it
to transfer, and I was OK with it, because I wasn't expecting any.
the nurse happily told me there were three to freeze. The third blast developed
to a hatching blast, the morula (a fourth embryo that was a stage behind)
caught up to the blast stage and one of the last two of the fertilized eggs
quickly caught up and became the fifth blast out of the six fertilized eggs.
the last transfer, where there were two embryos that were behind, I have always
only ended up with one embryo, also always behind developmentally. Now, I have
five embryos—five near-perfect embryos—with two of them nestling in as I
write this. What has happened this cycle is nothing short of a miracle and I am
holding out hope that these two little ones will both make an appearance
in eight to nine months.