Per doctor’s orders, I am resting at home today. I feel
great, though. And excited and anxious and hopeful! Yesterday was the embryo
transfer and it went beautifully.
Considering that we had to drive into the city and traffic
was heavy we left quite early and arrived quite early. That was fine with me,
though. We decided to take a little walk along the river just to kill time and
relax a little before it was time for the procedure. I had to have a full
bladder for the procedure so this is when I started to drink my water, as well.
When it was time to go in, we waited in the waiting room for
only about 5 minutes before we were called to the back. The nurse led us to a room that was exactly
like the one that I recovered in for the egg retrieval. She explained to us
what would be happening and said that the embryologist would be in to talk to
us, as well as the doctor and the ultrasound technician.
First up: embryologist. She came in and said she currently
didn’t have any to freeze. We were a little surprised by this since the other
day, 6 of the 7 were doing wonderfully. She said that it was possible for the
other ones to become freezable, but they weren’t ready as of yet. Then she said
“Okay so I have one perfect embryo at a AA and one that is at a BB.” Embryo
grading is exactly like the grades we receive in school: A (or AA) is the best
with F being the “worst”. Then she said
something along the lines of “So, we’ll go ahead and put these two in…”. I
assumed the doctor must have ordered the two to go in, but just to clarify I
asked, “Oh, so we’re definitely putting in two?” Good thing I asked, because it
turns out she had just assumed we wanted to go with two embryos. Then came the
hard part…
When the embryologist realized we weren’t quite prepared to
make this decision, she left the room so we could talk. I’m the
intuitive/feeling thinker while my husband is much more the logical/reasoning
thinker. It was a difficult decision. I was very emotional and that guilt
feeling kept creeping in. Initially, I
felt as though I had to put in the two embryos. But, then we talked it through.
Ultimately, it came down to these factors:
since the embryologist only had one to freeze at the time, if this doesn’t
work, we’d have to start from square one, again, if she put in both embryos… meds,
egg retrieval, etc. Also, we thought about how we had one absolutely perfect,
100% ready-to-go embryo and one ALMOST ready-to-go embryo. We felt as though
this embryo was telling us we should pick him or her! Another major factor was
that our chances do not increase by putting two embryos in, but our chance for
multiples certainly increases! After about a half hour of weighing out all of
our options and possible outcomes, we decided to go with one embryo. The ultra
sound technician (who was absolutely WONDERFUL) and the embryologist made us
feel very confident about our decision.
We met the doctor and then prepared for the transfer. In the
room with us was the nurse, doctor, embryologist, ultra sound tech and our
little embryo! Before we got to see the little embryo on the flat screen tv
above my bed, the embryologist said “One embryo for Elisabeth Sheppard and boy
is it beautiful.” My heart was so full and anxious and then, there it was on
the screen. Our little mass of cells squirming around and ready for the “homecoming”,
as the ultrasound tech kept calling it. Soon it was gone from the screen and
being transferred into my uterus. On the ultrasound monitor, we could see a
little flash of light and that was it. That was our embryo coming home. We even
have an ultrasound picture to remember that moment for the rest of our lives…. Not
that we’d ever forget.
We left happy and positive. What an incredible day. I hope
our little embryo makes itself at home and is perfectly comfortable where it is
for the next nine months. We’ll find out soon.
I couldn’t have made it this far on our journey without the
love and support of my husband, family, and friends. They’ve been absolutely
amazing and I could never, ever thank them enough for making this process a
little easier.
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