Friday, March 11, 2016

IVF #3: The Conclusion

    
     It was the best of time, it was the worst of times. Yes, my latest IVF cycle can be paralleled with the timeless classic, A Tale of Two Cities. Somehow, some way, this cycle managed to be my worst and best.

     To get straight to the good stuff, on Propofol Day egg retrieval day, we retrieved 12 eggs (!!!) but only fucking 5 were mature. I knew this. I had predicted this shit. My estrogen on the day of trigger was 3100+, which was by FAR my highest yet, but, having been around the block too many times, I knew better than to get excited. Highest highs followed by the lowest lows. That is all IVF is to me.

    Aside from the 5 mature, it looked as if a few more may mature in the lab. Thankfully, two more did. That brought our total to 7. Seven. This is the same number of eggs retrieved for IVF #1 and 2! My ovaries are pre-set apparently.

   The Holy Grail of this cycle came in the form of ICSI. This is the first time we did it and 6 of our 7 eggs fertilized! All 6 were still cookin' by day 3, albeit 4 were good and 2 were crapping out. We decided to press on to blast. That was terrifying! Three were blasts on day 5, and one was able to be frozen that day, with the other two frozen on day 6.

   Now that I am a few weeks out from stims, in my non-hormonal state, I'm thrilled with this cycle. Three blasts!! 3!!! We have never, ever had a blast before! Yet, in my drug-induced stupor I was a mess. It was so hard for me to reconcile that we had 12 eggs but not all 12 were mature. And I was frustrated with our low blast rate, even though it is an absolutely normal and expected number. I was ungrateful, and hormonal, and bitter. Truthfully, I was having a hard time with the reality that I won't ever make it rain eggs. I won't ever be the girl who gets 25 eggs and 19 embryos and winds up with 10 frosties. And I hate that. I was also feeling a ton of pressure to get many embryos because this cycle was to be followed with depot lupron for three months for my wonky endometrium, after which, I may not stim as well for a while.

   On day 6 after retrieval, I got an e-mail from Dr. Wang and he told me the second blast had been frozen but we still had to wait on the third, which, without some growth, wouldn't make the blast cut. I lost my shit. I wrote a long and angry e-mail (not anger directed at him) and he immediately called me. This is why I love him and he's the best ever. He spent thirty minutes talking me off the ledge and, telling me that my cycle went just as expected, explaining why he really felt that depot lupron is the right choice for me and giving me some hope. He made me feel so much better, and I was able to begin to realize how wonderful this cycle went.

    We all agreed not to test the embryos at this juncture. I'm praying that we have at least one baby in there. Please, oh please. It's time. It really is. I hope the HGH did it's job and we have some excellent quality pre-babies in there.

    As for now, I'm slowly settling into a menopausal state and trying to enjoy a well-deserved break from infertility treatments. Hopefully I can take some time to decompress, relax, focus on school and try to get back into shape for a short period of time before my body is (hopefully!) ruined by a baby.
   

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