Almost one year to the day we met back at UNC with Dr. S to discuss what our starting steps would be. We reviewed what was discussed a year ago to refresh, I met my nurse-yes MY nurse KB and with that Dr. S surprisingly sent me to get my starting blood tests that day! At the vitals chair I met P, the craziest, most personable women who became the reason I didn’t come to dread all the needle sticks I was going to have to endure over the course of my treatment. That day I walked out with not just Dr.S’s cell number, nurse KB’s email and the support of what felt like the entire office, I walked out with hope.
Before any procedures could take place both Jim and I had a battery of blood tests and meetings with Dr. S and nurse KB to discuss each step and make the schedule that would hopefully take us to transfer day. This took a little over 2 months to coordinate with the office schedule and our work schedule. We also had to determine both the correct time of my monthly cycle to be able to start any medication as well as any traveling that we might have been planning. Once you start the process you are committed for about 45 days to be available when the doctors tell you to be.
The Process begins….
Starting at the end of March I started on birth control pills. I know you are scratching your head thinking birth control? I had the same thought during the initial meeting. What you are doing to your body is actually helping to control ovulation. Ovulation you will find is key in this entire process. My direction was to take this until 4/15/14. During my time in between I was given homework. I had to watch videos that would teach both my husband and myself how to give the home injections that would soon follow. We had to read and sign paperwork that would determine what to do with any storage needs for other(hopefully) embryos. We also had to schedule an appointment with the anesthesiologist for the information on the actual transfer. You might think this sounds like an awful lot on me. Well, you are right but Jim had to play a vital part in the prep too. On his birthday, yes his birthday we went for an appointment so he could give a back up sample of swimmers to freeze in case there was any problems day of retrieval. Needless to say I took him to lunch as a treat! This first step was not as simple as it seemed. I had a terrible reaction to the birth control about a week after I started taking it. I work in a pharmacy and know by nature to NOT look at the list of unlimited sides effects that a drug can give you but I started having intense calf pain which was one of the symptoms under “call your doctor if…”, so bad that I could barely walk. It could have only been described as a pre charley horse muscle pain. After checking in with my doctor and nurse we determined it wasn’t going to do anything else but be an annoyance to me and to just monitor for any developing symptoms.
This I thought was terrible, little did I know that leg pain was nothing compared to some of the things I was about to experience. The most painful of all the procedures was the mock transfer. This a procedure they do without any meds. They need to “map out” the way for the real transfer to take place. They filled my uterus with saline and used a Cather style tube to find the path from the outside through to my uterus where the fertilized embryo would need to be placed. Apparently if you don’t have a direct line through, the tube will hit your uterine wall and cause a very painful pinching feeling. Yup that is me! Again, not a big crier but that immediately brought tears to my eyes and because they said it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, I squeezed the nurse’s hand through all of that. Once my path was drawn the procedure was over and I was done, but felt tingly for the rest of the day. Waiting on the 15th felt like a child waiting for Christmas. I was so excited, nervous and scared all at the same time! Again another quick peek into who I am, typical type A, first child and overall leader, take charge kinda gal. This level of not knowing what results would be and the hurry up and wait of it all was driving me crazy!
This post was written by Krystle Walton a Faithfully Free contributor