The retrieval was a procedure that Toby and I had been anticipating for so long. I had read so many other women’s stories about how they thought they had a lot of eggs and none of them turned into viable embryos. Then I had read a lot of stories about women who only had a few eggs and they were all viable. I was visualizing best case scenario – that we’d get a bunch, they’d all be perfect and there would be no stress going into implantation.
When we arrived, they quickly called me back to get an IV set and Toby waited by for his call back to make his “deposit.” The doctor was running about 45 minutes behind and I was starting to panic, knowing in the back of my head that my eggs have a “prime” time of being harvested and I had specifically timed out my last shot at an exact time 36 hours earlier so I’d ovulate at the exact right time.
Once my anxiety was basically through the roof, the doctor came in and assured me that everything was going to be ok. There was nothing I could do so in to surgery I went.
I remember waking up a little while later with a can of ginger ale being handed to me and Toby standing over me smiling. The doctor walked in and shouted “We got 21 eggs!!” I felt so relieved. I gave everyone a big high five and we shortly left after on our long drive home from Newport.
The next thing we had to do was wait. We had to wait one day to get the results of how many eggs were viable and how many of those viable eggs were able to be implanted with sperm. I received that e-mail in the late afternoon and found out that 19 of our 21 eggs were successful! We now had 19 embryos!
From here on out was the tougher part. We had to wait five days for our next update on how many survived and were able to be frozen. I again received an e-mail in the late afternoon on the fifth day and found out only three were able to be frozen. ONLY THREE! I could see my worst nightmare coming true. I was crushed. My nurse reassured me that they continue to give the other embryos a chance for a sixth and even a seventh day and she’d call me with those results.
Day six – we had two more able to be frozen. Now we have five. I was still concerned that wasn’t enough to have a comfortable “cushion” in case of a negative transfer or if those embryos tested positive for abnormalities.
Day seven – no more eggs. Our final number was five frozen embryos.
I started researching if it was even worth testing that small amount of embryos. Sometimes perfect embryos fail during transfer, sometimes all embryos come back abnormal, sometimes abnormal embryos are perfectly healthy babies. After debating back and forth in my head, I decided against testing the embryos and to just take the chance and have a lot of hope.
If this process has taught me one thing, it’s that some things are out of your control and that’s ok. Trust the process.