Embryo Transfer this morning! Everything is still going SO well. We had our best result yet with two embryos that have continued to grow as expected. The other three seemed to have stopped growing. They will give them another 24 hours but they are not hopeful about being able to freeze them.
But it doesn't matter. We got TWO EMBRYOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And we still have little Nemo on ice. (Thats what Dave named our frozen embryo from round 2 which we weren't able to transfer because of my polyp)
I was so excited I couldn't stop smiling, including most of the way through the procedure and aftewards saying goodbye!! :):) The transfer itself was a breeze. It was over before I knew it. Last time, the OB had a little trouble with it, it took a little longer, and was a little more uncomfortable. But not this time. Done and dusted and our two embryos are inside me, hopefully happily finding a home and continuing to grow.
Our OB was away today so we had a different person (first time ever for us!). He was the OB who was on call the night we had the ovarian bleed on my first cycle. He was wonderful that night, so helpful, proficient and caring. And today was no different. I immediately liked him. He was wonderful. A strong, gentle, caring man who obviously loves his job and is brilliant at it. No wonder his name is at the top of the list. Right above our usual OB! We have been so lucky with OB's now we are at this different clinic.
Here is a photo of what our embryos looked like. PS. It isn't ours! Although if we are successful, I may ask if we can get one!
The Day before Transfer
Yesterday was a day of amazing syncronicity. My chance, or design, who
knows which, it doesn't matter which, it was an amazing day full of events that helped prepare me for the transfer! I am still amazed by it.
I have already done a list of signs etc that have happened over the last couple of weeks that have been encouraging me to believe that this round could be the one. The posts are here and here. Now the list continues!
I had both a kiniesology treatment and a full massage and they both were an amazing preparation for the embryo transfer today. I didn't plan to have them booked on the same day and I certainly did not plan to have them booked the day before the transfer. I booked them weeks ago before we even started this IVF round. [More about them in my next post.] But the timing of them was incredible!
I also had a counselling session scheduled but this was cancelled. And I think it was meant to be that I didn't see the shrink. I think that not talking about what happened with the kiniesologist was the way it was meant to be - that I was simply allowed to let the treatment work within me and not analyse it or disrupt the energy shifts with the mental and emotional analysis that comes with the shrink. Things continued to be set up for me.
Although this is under really sad circumstances, I ended up having Logan for most of the day. His grandmother has been terminally ill and the family were called in at 5am in the morning to spend her last day with her. Logan went for a while but it's not good for him to be at the hospital for hours, so I was called early in the morning to pick him up.
The fact that I spent a good portion of my day before transfer with this wonderful baby who has brought forth such strong maternal instincts in me did not go unnoticed.
I know this is a little trivial but it's never happened in all the other times we have been to the hospital, so why today? When we checked out after the transfer, the lady on the desk cut off my hospital ID and said "Do you want to keep it?" Today, of all days, I get asked to keep a momento of my admission!!! I said YES!
Now this last one just freaks me out and requires a bit of a backstory.
Dave and I spent last Christmas with his family in Sydney. They are a Catholic family and so I went with his Mum and him to mass in the morning. I don't what happened within me because this doesn't usually bother me - but there were so many kids running around the church, and by about 20 minutes into the mass, I was in tears. I just couldn't cope with all the children - there were just too many and I felt my lack of a child so keenly.
I had to leave. Dave followed me out and we sat outside for a while talking and then I told him to go back in with his Mum. I would just walk back home and get his Auntie V (who lives next door) to let me in. I knocked on the door, she let me in with a "has mass finished already?!" and before I knew it, I was crying on her shoulder, telling her about everything.
V is a devout catholic and I am glad she had already been to a Christmas mass. She listened to me and supported me and talked about her own experiences and was fantastic. She then offered to give me some information about a Saint of Motherhood I could pray to if I wanted to. There was no pressure, she just wanted to give me some information and let me do what I wanted with it. And she was there to support me and pray with me if I chose. It never went any further during that visit because things were so busy and then we were gone.
Guess when she sent me the information? 9.30 last night. All this time later! She apologised for taking so long to get it to me. Are you serious?? I get the information the day of transfer! (because I checked the emails this morning). Am I really being told that this is going to work this time? Is it time I finally trusted in all these little things that have been happening and believe. If I wasn't already at that point after yesterdays sessions then this tipped me right over the edge. Yes, I do believe this is the one. In a really peaceful, calm and positive way, I do believe that this is the one. I now have my bubbies inside of me.
Needless to say, I printed out the prayer and put it with the pouch symbolising the months worth of prayers from a Japanese monastery that my dear friend organised for me. And I took them both into the transfer with me, hanging from a chord on my wrist.
I am feeling so good about this. I know that if it doesn't work, I am in for a BIG let down. But I will deal with that if it happens. Dave is still feeling cautious and I understand that. But he is also supportive in me not being cautious anymore and simply running with these wonderful and positive feelings I am having about it all!
My fingers are still crossed!