They let the embryos develop in a lab for a few days, where they observe them to see which ones are more likely to be the healthiest survivors. Last time we did this, 5 embryos did not survive. So we knew anything could happen here.
A few days later, we got up before daylight to go in for the embryo transfer (the second and final procedure of IVF).
Prior to that, we hadn’t gotten any word about whether or not the embryos were progressing, so it was actually a relief to hear that they wanted to make an appointment with us at all for an embryo transfer. That meant at least one must have survived!
When we showed up at 6:00 am, we sat and waited for our turn, still not sure how many embryos we had.
They finally called us in…
As soon as we got into the procedure room, we were then told that we actually still had all 6 embryos and that they were ALL great quality. This was great to hear.
And so, right then and there, we had to decide how many embryos to transfer into my body.
My doctor recommended to transfer “at least two.”
We decided three. There is less than a 5% chance that all 3 embryos will take. But the chances of twins may be greater. We’d take twins.
So, I laid there on the table with all kinds of tools and instruments inside me….(I’m so done with that part!)….and we watched on a screen above us where they had the entire process magnified for us to watch. Danny held my hand. We could see them collecting the embryos from a dish, then inserting them into my body. 1, 2, 3. Pretty crazy. It all happens in about 10 minutes.
They had me remain lying down for about 30-45 minutes. Then I just got up and got dressed and walked outta there into the New York morning with THREE EMBRYOS IN MY BODY. That part is nuts. I keep forgetting that they are there.
Danny suggested that I lay the seat back in the car. I knew it wasn’t necessary, but I still did it as he was very sweet about it. 🙂
We drove off into the foggy, New York morning.
And then we came home to a wonderful nap.
I know it’s common to have such a nerve racking experience while waiting for the results. For me, that hasn’t been the case. In fact, I hardly think about it unless someone mentions it. I guess I’ve just been through what feels like hundreds of these “what if” moments that it just doesn’t even phase me anymore. I’m still just focused on getting through the continued injections and drugs. Though the weight of feeling like I’m abusing my body is lessening as the end is in sight. I mostly just feel relieved that I won’t have to do the drugs anymore…and that there will be a conclusion to this decade long chapter of my life. It will be the start of a new life, either way.
P.S. In case anyone is wondering, I don’t feel one bit pregnant. Same as I felt last time. But certainly many people do not have any symptoms.