The last time I was around these parts we were embarking on an exciting journey; we were about to start the meds that were going to help me grow as many little eggies as possible.
The injections weren’t as bad as I was expecting…although there were A LOT of them. The doc seemed to keep adding more and more. I had some bad migraines, bruising, and a few days that I just didn’t feel well, but all in all it wasn’t so bad.
Everything went so smoothly. I made it through the retrieval, and turns out they were able to get 14 eggs. We received a call the next morning and found out that we had 13 embryos on day one. What a blessing!!!
The five days after that we kept getting good news. On day 3, all 13 embryos were still growing like champs. I was on cloud nine. We did a day 5 transfer, and when we showed up to the hospital, we found out that 8 embryos were still looking great. They picked the strongest 2 and transferred them right in. We loved those little embabies so much. We were ready for them to snuggle right in for the next 9 months.
*side note. They put me on this little pill to help combat hyper-stimulation. Let me just say, that tiny pill sent straight from the depths of hell made me feel worse than any other thing I had to take. woof.
The 10 days of waiting that followed the transfer were the worst. I had a work trip scheduled and tried to stay as busy as possible, but it was freaking tough.
On day 10 I went in for blood work a nervous wreck. The whole day I was waiting for bad news. Then we got the call. I will never ever forget the words my nurse said. “Halie, congratulations. You are pregnant!”
All I could do was laugh. Laugh at the past 4 and a half years that I had been dreaming of this moment. Laugh at all we had gone through to get here. Laugh because I just really couldn’t believe it.
I raced to Target, got the cutest stuffed elephant and a book for my husband, and shared the news with him. I will never ever forget the look on his face and how excited he was. It was truly one of my most favorite memories of my life.
We got to bask in the excitement for 3 days.
I knew something was off that morning of my second round of blood work. I was spotting and I just didn’t feel pregnant. A few hours after the blood was taken I got a call from my doctors cell phone. I knew that wasn’t a good sign. I had what they call a chemical pregnancy. The babies never settled in long enough to have a heartbeat.
So that’s where we are now. Heartbroken, trying to pick up the pieces. Trying to figure out what to do next. Too sad to think about doing another transfer. Too tired to muster up the energy to go again.
but the battle continues…