It was a dream to get to the stage where we could do the egg retrieval. PROGRESS!
During the drive in, Danny played some of our favorite love songs. Like this one. My heart was so full. My gratitude for my dear partner has consumed me each day of this process.
Four years ago, I drove through the Battery Tunnel to go and pick up Danny and meet him for the very first time. It was the most exciting day of my life. I was so in love, so happy, and surprisingly, so very much at peace. I remember screaming out of pure happiness as I drove through this tunnel. That memory is seared on my brain forever...and I think of it every single time I drive through that tunnel, as I did that day.
Our hopes were high. I had 15 follicles going in. (This was more than the 7 follicles I had last time.)
Follicles contain the eggs. Sometimes you can have a follicle without an egg inside or sometimes the eggs won't be good quality, so there's no guarantee regarding how many you'll end up with after the retrieval.
Time to prepare for the operating room. Danny didn't get to join me for this part. During the retrieval, I was put out by general anesthesia. They go in with a needle (something I prefer not to think about) and they retrieve the eggs from the ovaries.
Last time the process turned out to be easy for me, so this time I felt quite calm approaching this experience. When they called my name, I gave Danny a kiss in the waiting area and then changed into the hospital gown. They soon called me in, I got an IV, and I waited for the Dr. to start the anesthesia. He said I'd be out in 10 seconds. I always close my eyes. The thought of going out with my eyes still open is a bit too much for me. A few seconds in he asked, "Are you asleep yet?" I felt normal and said, "nope." And then RUUUUSH.... It's like a bubbly, tingling sensation, as if your consciousness is being shut off by rising particles or champagne bubbles in your brain. It happens so fast.
The next thing that happens is you find yourself being woken up by the doctor. The whole procedure takes about 30 minutes or so, depending on how many follicles you have. But on my end, it feels like a short nap. The doctor was calling my name and as I was waking up and feeling groggy...I think I said something to him and used the word, "honey." oh dear. And then I realized it and said, "Oops, I thought you were my husband." :) They had me walk to a room nearby for recovery and they had Danny come in there to be with me. It is always so wonderful to have Danny by my side. He is the most comforting presence in the world to me.
After my first egg retrieval, I did not have any pain after.
This time, I had a completely different experience.
As I laid on that bed, my lower abdomen began cramping soooo badly that all I could do was roll around on that bed, changing positions, probably moaning, wincing, probably saying, "oh my gosh" over and over. The doctor said cramping was completely normal.
Somewhere in there we got the news that we got 9 eggs instead of the hopeful 15. Because of an accent, the nurse actually thought the doctor said we got "none." So actually, 9 was way, way better than none!
After about an hour of intense pain, the cramping lessened enough that I could stand up and change and we could head out.
The next step was to wait and see how many eggs would fertilize.
Danny hooked us up with that part. :)
And then we went to a restaurant as soon as possible. It was about 4 pm and due to the anesthesia, I hadn't eaten since dinner time the night before. I was FAMISHED. We stopped for tacos in Brooklyn.
When we got home, we were surprised by these flowers awaiting us. Some of our dearest friends were staying with us for the weekend. It was wonderful to have them there...they are some of my oldest friends who used to live in Brooklyn, and they feel more like family.
The cramping continued to subside as I rested on the couch at home. And life was good again.
P.S. We felt so badly, but on this day, we were supposed to speak at a huge singles conference in Washington D.C. We had to cancel due to this procedure.