I didn’t for a minute think I’d sleep last night, but I fell
asleep at 8pm on the sofa!!! Hubby woke
me up and told me to go to bed, and I slept right through until it was time to
get up this morning to go to the hospital!!
Probably a good thing anyway as I had to fast from midnight and not
being able to have a drink of water is torture for me!
We had to be there at 8.30am, which is a bit of a nightmare as
the hospital is just off the busiest motorway in Scotland and the traffic can
be awful!! Add into that hubby having to
get his sample to the lab within an hour and you’ve got a recipe for a pretty
stressful morning!!! There is a room you
can use at the hospital for hubby to do his thing, but like most men I’d
imagine hubby was worried he wouldn’t be able to “perform” there so we decided
it was better to do it at home and take it in with us. That still put a lot of pressure on him
though as he was very conscious of the time and us having to leave, but I’m
delighted to say he managed it and with his sample lodged firmly in my cleavage
(which the lab staff found really funny) we set off to the hospital.
Thankfully the traffic wasn’t bad and we made it into the
admissions desk before 8.30am and were booked in. Then we headed round to the ACS suite and sat
in the waiting room until we were called up to hand in the sample. After that it was back to the waiting room,
then the anaesthetist called us into a room to have a chat about the sedation
and to ask health questions. That done,
we then went into speak to the doctor who would be performing the retrieval, Dr
Medina, and she went over what would happen and really put us both at
ease. Next, it was into see the nurse
(it just happened to be my favourite nurse in theatre that day which I was
delighted about!) and she went over things again and gave me two paracetamol to
take. There was another girl in font of
me and she was already in theatre (we’d seen them in the waiting room) so she
got me to change into a gown and just sit and read my kindle until they were
ready for me. ( At this point hubby had to leave me, which I hated, as he wasn’t
allowed to come into theatre with me. He
went and got a coffee and a paper and after calling his friend for a chat he
just sat in the waiting room for around an hour until he was allowed through to
see me in recovery)
I sat for about 10-15 minutes until the other girl was
finished, then it was time for me to go to theatre. I had to go to the loo en route (the recovery
room is just across the corridor from the theatre and you just walk over) to
make sure I had an empty bladder then it was into theatre and I had to confirm
my name and date of birth with the anaesthetist and the embryologist. The ACS lab is connected to the theatre by a
hatch, so you could see into the lab and the people working there which is fab,
although I was tempted to tell them to remember to look after my babies-to –be well
once they got them!! Lol I then had to
lie up on the bed and the nurse in theatre put on all the monitoring equipment
(blood pressure, pulse, oxygen sat, heart monitor) and the anaesthetist put the
cannula in my hand. Then they put an
oxygen mask on me, and said she’d be starting the drugs and I’d start to feel
lightheaded and after 10 minutes they’d start.
In actual fact I remember
feeling like I was drunk and talking to the nurse about tattoos(?) then I don’t
remember a thing!!! I don’t even
remember putting my feet into the stirrups, anything of the procedure of moving
over onto the trolley when they were finished, and the first thing I remember
very vaguely was someone telling me how many eggs we had and then waking up in
recovery. I had to stay in recovery a
while, and for the first half an hour I was asleep (and a fab sleep it was too)
then I was talking to the nurse. After
another twenty minutes she gave me a glass of water and sent hubby in while she
was away getting me a coffee and a biscuit.
Before she left I’d asked her if I heard right with the number of eggs
we had, and she said I had, so I was so happy to be able to tell hubby that we
had 18 eggs retrieved!!!
After I’d had my coffee and biscuits (the make you eat
something) I had to get up and go to the loo before I could get dressed. Then we had to sit in the waiting room a
while so they could make sure I was ok on my feet before the nurse came to take
my cannula out and give me information on what happened next. She explained that the eggs would be injected
that afternoon, then I had to call the lab at 10.15am on Friday to find out how
many had fertilised. She said I could
take paracetamol or co-codamol for the pain, although I didn’t think I’d need
to because I felt ok (how wrong was I going to be proven) but she said to take
them anyway as the next day is always more painful.
After that it was home time, and a very slow walk to the car!!
Lol I spent the rest of the day lying on
the sofa or in bed, and by around 5pm I was in quite a bit of pain so took
painkillers and had the hot water bottle on my tummy to try and ease it. I tried a bath too, but to be honest it didn’t
do too much to help the pain.
Now it’s onto worrying about the next part – will any of the
eggs fertilise?!?!!?!? It feels like you
just go from worrying about one thing to the next with this whole thing!!!
S x
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