After a sleepless night and LOTS of water drinkin' this morning, we arrived right on time for our transfer this morning albeit Monday morning Atlanta commuter traffic! Woohoo! :)
We literally signed in and they called us back. The table was THE most comfortable operation table ever. Even the ultrasound gel was great. Warm...made it cozy... haha! The staff was fantastic. My doc is in Italy at a conference right now, so a collegue did the transfer. He was nice enough, but not near as cool as the ultrasound girl, the embryologist, and even the E.mory Univ. medical resident who was going to be observing his first embryo transfer. Everything was going soooo smooth.
Then the embryologist gave us the report. (you know i had NO specific idea how my embabies have been doing these past few days). So...today we had 4 excellent blasts. However, 1 was near perfect. So that's the one that was chosen to {fingers crossed!} become our first born child. We chose to freeze the other 3. Also, we have 5 more that are lagging a bit, so we may have more to freeze tomorrow.
So it was time to transfer. I put my foot in the stirrups, they raised the table, tilted it down, and the speculum went in. However, my bladder & uterus were not cooperating. Despite the 40+oz of water i had consumed, it still wasn't full enough to flatten out my uterus, which has a wicked crook in it. After many minutes of trying and bending the catheheter, etc, we had to stop and take a break. I had to drink more. My bladder had to be fuller. OMG. I didn't think I could drink anymore. A wave of panic washed over me and nausea was beginning to set in. I started to cry. "Why isn't it working? Is it going to work? Will we be able to do this today?"
They told me we were going to have to wait 10 minutes or so to see if all the water would move down to my bladder from my stomach. There just wasn't enough there yet. If it didn't fill in 10 minutes, I would have to get dressed and go back to the waiting room.
::insert panic and a few more tears here::
I sat up and scooted to the high end of the table. I sat as tall as I could. I took deep breaths. I rocked, crossed my ankles, and tried to massage my stomach-- anything to get this water down! I joked that I would get up and jog in place or do jumping jacks but finally it was filling. In the meantime, we got a lesson from the embryologist about the procedure and the catheters. Zach even got to peek in the lab and see him 'load' our embryo into the catheter!
After what felt like the longest 10 minutes of my life, it was time for round 2. Dr. S came back and started again. This time the speculum and the ultrasound wand really put the pressure on my bladder! I thought I was gonna pee on the table!!! (wonder if that has ever happened before?) Anyway, we watched on the monitor as the catheter slid right in, went directly to the perfect spot, and - poof - dropped our little embaby.
SUCCESS!!!
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