To say I was extremely nervous this morning upon waking up would be an understatement. I threw some clothes on I’d picked out the night before & we were ready to go fairly fast. At the door, I looked at Scott-for probably the 100th time-to tell him I was nervous.
He looked down at me & responded with what he’d always told me, “It’ll be fine.” & then added, “Have faith.”
Looking back at him like he was deranged, I said, “Okay, papaw.” (My papaw is the most positive human being alive & also reminds me to have faith much of the time about all things life).
& then it hit me. Something I’d always heard my papaw growing up spoke to me,
“He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”
After we sat nervously for a while waiting for everyone else to open up the office, I took the opportunity to take bathroom breaks twice…in about 30 minutes lol Thanks, anxiety!
We went back fairly quickly & our nurse got down to business pretty fast. She had me change into the most funkadelic hospital gown I’d ever seen (I told Scott I felt like a hippie tripping acid at Woodstock lol), numbed me up, took some blood, & got the IV going. I was notably nervous & she kept telling me all would be well also. She said she’d be with me the whole time holding my hand….I just wouldn’t know it.
While I was very adamant about Scott staying with me until I fell asleep, after the nurse spent a lot of time with me prepping, I felt okay enough to let her take me from there. After I peed a 4th time that morning, I walked back to the surgery room. It was pretty awkward putting my legs up in stirrups in front of like 5 people but hey, infertility has a funny way of making you not care who sees your kitty anymore lol
I remember the anesthesiologist telling me the lights would start to flicker in about 33 seconds and then he would be chasing it with something else that would feel like ice water. He was right, on both accounts.
I don’t remember anything else after that until I woke up in recovery. The nurse must’ve seen my eyes open and ask, “Do you want me to go get Scott?”
When he came back, I told him I was in a lot of pain & needed more drugs. While I knew they’d had me take 2 pain pills before the procedure, I had no idea they’d also given me some through my IV afterwards already-which he then told me. Our nurse overheard & said that was okay, I could have some more.
I ended up having A LOT more eggs than they’d even realized so I think it was understandable by all that I was in even more pain. I don’t really remember even walking to the car, or into the house after that. I know I kept asking for my dad & I believe my husband called him on our way.
I went straight to sleep & only woke up at 11 when they’d told me I could have more pain meds. As I was in a good amount of pain again already, I asked Scott to get me some.
He also brought me some pancakes since that was something else I started asking for right after waking up. It’s funny, I did the same thing after surgery when I was younger lol I wanted my mamaw’s pancakes.
Scott thought it’d be a good idea if I took my antibiotic they’d prescribed me afterwards so I did….& immediately felt very nauseous. Thankfully, it passed when I laid back down & slept on & off the rest of the day. I didn’t get out of bed until 7 tonight!
So…..the first thing that was on my mind upon waking up…….how many eggs did they get?????
We are both STILL in shock & awe. I feel sooooo incredibly blessed to have that many & never dreamed of that as a possibility. I’ve asked multiple times if everyone was sure I really did have that many lol
God is good.
& now we wait (again). They’ll be calling tomorrow from the lab to give us updates on our sweet little embies tomorrow morning, as well as Sunday.
We’ll also find out Sunday when our transfer will be. I am very excited & feeling incredibly blessed. We both are ❤ ❤