It was up and at ’em bright and early for ‘Egg retrieval day’ – bright, bushy tailed and bloody hopeful that they would be able to scrounge 2 eggs from my measly ovary crop. C’mon egg number 2 – right ovary you can do it (you lazy little toad!)
Feeling naked – no make up, jewellery, perfume allowed – I took the walk down to the clinic to be there by 8.30, ready to be all systems go for my 9am harvest.
On my ‘most bestest day’ I had also been given a contract to sign entitled ‘Consent Form for an unmarried women undergoing assisted reproduction with donor sperm’ – hows that for a mouth full?!? I had a few questions – namely about not being told any risks yet and also one about the mention of Greek Law – what the hell did it actually refer to. It stumped everyone – apparently it isn’t asked about often – and they had to look it up and it was a few pages long. So after it was paraphrased to me – perfectly acceptable – I signed the document. Resentfully, I skipped the part where they ask you what you want to do with your extra embryo’s – lucky people who have excess eggs! In my head I had choicer words to say about it. The law basically stated that it covered me for all things etc,etc.
Again I was up on the 3rd floor, this time stripping properly naked and dressing myself in the beautiful backless gowns you see on all the hospital TV shows – and thankfully I was able to wrap it around enough to cover my behind. I got versed in the ‘hosptial gown shuffle’ very quickly.
I was taken through to the same room I had my scans in, legs up, this time they were strapped in and heavy booty things were put over my legs to keep them in place or maybe just for the embryologist to lean on – who knows, I was out to it. The anaesthetist came in, a very sweet women, I had pshsyced myself up for this needle and she tried to put a line in. my hand. Apparently I wasn’t relaxed enough and she began flicking my hand and wrist to try and get another vein up to put in another line – lucky me. My yoga breaths came in very handy through this whole process.
The embryologist walked in – I’d never seen him in my life and never saw him again, even after I woke up – told me he would do a scan and showed me as he did it.
Did I just see a decent sized egg in my right ovary??? Tentatively I asked how many eggs there were. 2 he said. 2!!! Woohoo – thank you stimulants!
Next there was an overwhelming sense of ‘woah’ as the embryologist stroked my head and asked if I was ok, then I was out.
While I was out, they retrieved the 2 eggs by a needle going through the top of the wall of the uterus under ultrasound guidance to get to the ovary and follicles, then the fluid in the follicles is aspirated through the needle and the egg/s detach from the follicle wall and are sucked out of the ovary. The whole process takes about 15 minutes depending on how many eggs you have. Lucky for me it was only 2 holes and a very quick time.
I awoke with no pain and was helped from the room by 2 people – god knows who and was told to rest in the room I usually got changed in. I think I dozed, I have no idea for how long and was checked on by a member of staff and my hand was checked as it was still attached to the sedative bag. Penny came in to check on things and breakfast was brought in as I had to fast from the night before. My needles were finally removed – the first entry point was extremely tender and in the following days came out in a bruise that covered almost my entire hand – a complete rock’n’roll badass bruise – can you tell I hardly ever bruise!
I was able to sit up and eat my cheese toast when Penny came back in super excited that we had 2 eggs and gave me a huge hug.
I had the next stage of medication explained to me – so not fun! I had to put pills 4 times a day in places pills should not go and then 2 times a day in another place pills should not go, as well as an array of different pills through out the day. Worse was when I found out that they had already given me one of them while I was under – lovely…I had no idea I had already been violated…that was a worry! I did laugh with the mid wife at that though – if you don’t laugh you cry!
After getting all the medication from reception and making sure I knew what I had to do, it was a slow walk back and an easy rest of the day, not doing too much and being lazy. I was extremely lucky and felt fine – no niggles, just the horrendous putting of medication in different orifices.
As the next day was Sunday, the clinic would not be open after 1pm (optimum time to check the embryos), so I had to wait until Monday to check on my embryos and to see if they had ben fertilised.
Fingers crossed! Come on little donor sperm – you can do it!