Egg Retrieval and Recovery (yuck!)

Yes, I'm still alive!

I apologize that it's been so long since I've updated my blog,

it's been a very emotional, crazy week and a half.

I'll start where I left off on my last post. :)

So Thursday and Friday of that week were pretty miserable.

I had never experienced anything like the discomfort I was feeling in there,

and it made me not want to do anything.

There were so many things that I wanted to do before the egg retrieval,

because I was going to be on "couch" rest for a few days,

but my sore, swollen body just wouldn't have any of it.

Instead I focused on just surviving,

with both the discomfort and the nerves.

Thursday was my last appointment before the retrieval.

My follicles were "HUGE", according to the RN who helped me.

The largest one on my right side was measuring at 24.8 mm,

and that was on THURSDAY.

I was then provided with my "trigger shot"

and I was instructed to take it on Thursday at exactly 10 pm.

I was really nervous when the time came to administer it,

but it felt exactly like the Ganirelex.

I thought it was supposed to be the most painful,

and I was pleasantly surprised. :)

Friday was a quiet day since I didn't have to keep my appointment,

but the nerves definitely started to kick in.

My sister (and her boys) put together and delivered this sweet "surgery survival kit" for me, which I absolutely loved! Snacks, Dr. Pepper, and a Chick Flick? Doesn't get any better than that! :)

My egg retrieval (ER) surgery was scheduled for that Saturday morning at 10.

and I hadn't had surgery since I was 9 months-old.

I had no idea what to expect, and it freaked me out.

I take back what I said in my previous post about not being nervous,

I got SO nervous on Friday night, I was literally pacing the room before bed.

The night before the surgery, I got a call from my designated Nurse Anesthetist.

Her name was Mo, and she was very endearing - and hilarious! :)

It was comforting to laugh at the time, she's very good at her job.

Basically she called to ask questions about my medical history and things like that,

she also advised me not to eat anything after midnight.

My pre-op sheet also said to wear loose-fitting clothes, have a "designated driver" for afterwards, and to not wear make up.

I still don't quite get the "no make-up part", but I didn't anyway.

Check in on the morning of the surgery was 9:30,

and I was starting to get pretty jittery in the waiting room

even after I had worked so hard to calm myself before leaving the house.

and then, my Mom walked through the door!!

Oh my goodness, I'm not going to lie, I totally cried!

The center is right down the street from St. Luke's downtown,

which is where my Mom had just finished her night shift.

It was seriously a minor miracle - she didn't even know where we were going to be.

She just happened to walk into the right room at the right time.

:)

So I had my Mom and my husband there with me, talking and laughing,

and everything was perfect. All my fear dissipated.

We chatted for about ten minutes before Mo came out and introduced herself.

She was just as kind as she sounded, she walked right up to me and gave me a big hug!

They were ready for me, so I gave Colin a kiss, 

hugged my mom goodbye and followed her back.

The operating room was small and the lighting was dim,

which actually comforted me even more for some reason.

Mo kept me talking the whole time, laughing and joking.

I was surprised at how funny I was being, like really.

:) 

I know that sounds weird, but being nervous makes me crack jokes apparently.

My Mom had informed me that they were most likely going to use Versed,

and she has had it several times and says it's kind of nice. :)

Colin's Mom has had it before as well, and she enjoyed it enough to write a poem about it.

I might have to look it up and post it on here, because I completely agree!! Haha!

Once I was in my little hospital gown (so stylish),

Mo came back in and got started on the IV.

I felt a little nervous at this point, since I've never had an IV,

and I remember cracking some joke about a piece of equipment that looked like a fridge.

The nurses all laughed pretty hard at it, so it must have been funny.

Then I grinned at them and said, "Just wait, I'm not even on drugs yet."

Wow, I am such a dweeb. Childbirth is going to be just a big comedy act for me.

The IV was not fun.

Mo is great at what she does, I have complete confidence,

but she had a little trouble getting the needle into the vein in my wrist.

That achey feeling will always be embedded in my memory.

Ick!

Here is a picture taken about four days later.

(the needle was in the side of my wrist, where the red is)

Man, she blew that vein to smithereens!

I remember she thought she had it in place, so she left it in there for probably two or three minutes.

I didn't say much for the first bit, just because I didn't know what to expect an IV to feel like.

Then she realized that it probably wasn't an ideal placement,

and went for the top of my hand instead.

Wow, it felt like a dream compared to the first one! :)

She warned me at that point that I was going to start feeling a cold sensation running down my arm, but then I would feel really good. :)

Immediately that cold feeling came, and it was weird

but I liked it

Maybe not so much liked the sensation, but at that point I think I realized

that the worst part was over, for me at least. :)

I cracked another joke, but I can't really remember it. I started feeling really tired.

The last thing I remember was Dr. Maas coming in and saying hi,

and me saying something ridiculous and making them all laugh again.

Then Mo told me that sometimes the Versed works faster if I raise my arm in the air.

So I eagerly raised my right hand into the air,

making them all laugh and being reminded that the IV was in my left hand.

The instant I lifted the correct arm is when I forgot everything after that.

Versed is pretty great, guys, I'm just throwing that out there now.

I felt like I was freaking floating! Haha

So the procedure itself only takes about half and hour to forty five minutes, I think.

It felt like longer to me, oddly enough, even though I was out for the whole thing.

I felt like I had been sleeping for hours when I finally started coming to.

I vaguely remember someone leading me into the recovery room

(which is really small, barely room for a comfy little armchair and a chair for hubs) 

Whoever led me there also put a really comfy heating pad on my tummy and a glass of water.

I probably looked like a weirdo, cuz my eyelids were still SO heavy and I was trying SO hard to open them. It makes me laugh just thinking about what I must have looked like.

I finally was able to open my eyes all the way when I heard them bring Colin in.

Now that's true love, people. ;)

Anyway, Dr. Maas either came in with Colin or shortly after,

because all of the sudden he was there talking to me.

His intention was to tell us how the surgery went, but the first words out of my mouth were:

"Did I say anything crazy when I was out?"

I am such a child. Ugh.

He laughed and said "no", which was kind of disappointing.

I have a feeling I'd be a really boring drunk. The world will never know.

Anyway, he then informed us that the surgery went really well.

They were able to extract 25 eggs,

which is really awesome!

I was a little deflated by that at first, 

just because I'm competitive and was hoping for more,

but 25 is an awesome number!

They sent all the eggs to the lab to be fertilized immediately by Colin's "contribution",

and he let us know that he would call us in a couple of days to let us know how they do.

They also gave us post-op instructions to Colin, probably because I was still super high,

and said I can take some time to wake up before Colin takes me home.

I remember all I wanted to do was sleep, and the heating pad felt SO nice.

Colin was eager to get me on my feet, which was good of him to do, because I was pretty set on spending the next 48 hours in that comfy chair. :)

After who knows how long, I finally allowed him to take my arm and lead me to the car.

I remember not feeling super sore yet, 

but the Versed was doing weird things to my stomach.

I asked Colin if he would go to the store and get a heating pad like the one they had,

and we had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my Norco.

The Dr. said I would need it soon. :/

I don't remember the pharmacy at all, because I fell asleep almost instantly in the car,

but shortly after Colin got back and started driving to the store

the puking started.

Now, keep in mind, everyone's body is different when it comes to handling meds.

I've always been such a lightweight.

I once took an Excedrin for a headache at the dental office,

and Dr. Jayson made me lay back in a chair for half and hour because my blood pressure got too out of control. It was kind of scary.

It hit me at a red light, luckily, and I was barely able to fling the car door open before I threw up all over the street.

I was grateful for the "no eating after midnight the night before" rule, because all that came up was the water I had in the recovery room,

and it was raining that day. Kind of a blessing.

I threw up twice more on the way home,

once in the Albertson's parking lot and one on the side of the road

(that one was a close one, Colin had to pull over super fast)

The puking made me hurt, too.

We got home and Colin basically carried me inside and set me up on the couch.

He gave me pillows and blankets and set up my heating pad,

and made sure that I took my Medrol and Norco.

(Medrol is a med that helps prevent your body from rejecting the embryos)

Unfortunately, he also had to get me a "throw-up" bowl

since I up-chucked yet again about ten minutes after I took the pills.

After that my stomach calmed down a bit, and I was able to keep down gatorade and crackers thankfully.

(the Dr. said to drink as much gatorade as possible to help with the swelling)

At that point, all I wanted to do was sleep.

Colin was so sweet - he sat next to me pretty much all day to watch over me.

Every time I woke up, he would make sure I drank some gatorade and hold my hand.

I vaguely remember watching the first couple episodes of Daredevil on Netflix with him.

Just thinking about it makes me tear up;

I have the world's best husband, hands down.

But remember the part where I puked ten minutes after taking my meds?

Well, I was so out of it, I didn't even think about my pain meds even though I hurt so bad.

The Norco didn't have enough time in my stomach to make any difference with my pain,

so I went the first twelve hours after surgery without pain medication.

I think back on it now and think "Wow, that makes me sound so brave!"

Trust me, it was stupidity. Take the dang meds.

Being the lightweight that I am, it took way longer to recover than they told me it would.

I don't blame them; I'm just the world's biggest wuss.

I spent days on end laying on that dang couch, 

watching Daredevil, The Walking Dead, and 30 Rock on Netflix.

It got really boring really fast.

I also slept a lot, which was kind of fun.

My ovaries were so swollen, it made my whole stomach bloat,

regardless of how much gatorade I consumed (which was a ton).

I looked like I was about 4 or 5 months pregnant, and I'm not kidding.

I felt disgusting, and it didn't help that I wasn't even able to stand up straight.

I felt like my stomach muscles were so short that I couldn't stand up, it felt so weird.

After day four, I was able to start stretching out a little bit, but it was a really slow and painful process.

I was starting to get really nervous for the embryo transfer,

because I knew I was going to be awake for it.

If I hurt this bad, that idea of having a catheter in there... *shudder*

Dr. Maas called us on Sunday morning and let us know that out of the 25 eggs they extracted, 22 of them were mature enough to fertilize.

AND out of the 22 they implanted, 16 of them fertilized.

I was excited, because we had such a good chance of conception with that many embryos!

He called us again at the three day mark, letting us know that 11 of the 16 were still in the running. Woohoo!

He did warn us that the biggest drop off was between the three and five day development stage, and he was predicting to lose half of those.

I was surprised, but apparently that's pretty normal.

During that call, he also asked us about the number of embryos that we wanted to transfer.

We have decided to transfer two embryos. I would much rather have possible twins than only transfer one and have it not take, and Colin agrees. Yikes! :)

We scheduled the transfer for 2pm that Thursday for the 5 day transfer.

It was finally happening! :) :)

I was still worried about my slow recovery, but that phone call made me determined to go through with the transfer anyway. Even if it was painful, this was happening.

Finally, on Wednesday night (the night before the transfer)

another miracle happened...

all of the sudden, my stomach and ovaries felt better.

I was sitting on the couch, sighing in frustration at my boredom as I told Netflix (yet again) that I was indeed still watching 30 Rock,

when I decided to stand up and grab another snack from the kitchen.

 So I stood up and walking into the kitchen,

and it wasn't until I had already grabbed the cheese and crackers when I realized

I was standing up straight, and the pain was nearly gone!

I wanted to cry, it felt so GOOD to be able to move again without bending over.

Granted, I was still swollen like crazy, but the pain was gone!

I finally felt ready to have those embryos transferred. 

It was such a HUGE blessing, and I felt at peace with the procedure.

I slept great that night.

There is so much more to tell, but this post is getting insanely long!

 I will leave it here for now. :)