Today marks the anniversary of our embryo transfer and I think this might have been the fastest year of my life. Last year, we drove to Knoxville on the 16th. Before we left, I worked from home for a couple of hours then went to get a massage. I wanted to be as relaxed and calm as possible. The massage therapist did some reflexology to help make my uterus as hospitable as possible (can’t hurt, might help) and I left the spa feeling fantastic. I had a clear head and was ready to get on the way down the highway. My very pregnant sister-in-law stopped by before we left and I picked up some good baby energy as I rubbed her belly and instructed “Monkey” to stay put until we got home. We made the five-hour trek and arrived at our hotel before dark. Not that we’re superstitious or anything, but just as we did when we had our successful mock cycle in May, we went to O’Charley’s for dinner and to Target. According to the transfer protocol, we needed to get some ibuprofen and because we rarely take medication, we had none in our house that hadn’t expired within the last two years. Additionally, we wanted to get a couple of games to keep us occupied while I kept my feet up in our hotel after the transfer. After our outing, we settled into our room and got a good night’s sleep.
On transfer morning, I woke up, had my prayer time and I took my medications as prescribed, which included valium and albuterol. Albuterol is used as an asthma medication so I wondered why I was taking it, but my best friend has a PhD in Pharmacology and explained that it relaxes certain muscle tissue, including the tissue of the uterus. I’m a total lightweight and wanted to be able to walk out of the hotel, so I only took one valium at first. I didn’t feel the first one, so I ended up taking both. I was very relaxed upon arrival to the office for our transfer scheduled at 10:45. The albuterol gave me the shakes, so I was both relaxed and having tremors…it was an odd feeling. On top of that, as directed, my bladder was full.
We didn’t wait long and I was soon ready to go. Dr. Keenan checked in on me and asked if we had any last questions. I didn’t have any, but thanked him for the calming Christian music playing overhead. Carol Sommerfelt, the embryologist, came over and explained that four embryos were thawed, but only three plumped up like she wanted to see, so they were going to transfer three and see what happened with the fourth. If it survived and divided again (which it ended up doing), she was going to refreeze it. We received a picture of the three embryos and I remember thinking how cool it was that we already had a picture of our babies.
I went into the operating room and Jeremy waited in the recovery area. Turns out my bladder was WAY too full and I was instructed to empty a little, which I was glad to do. Now, we were ready. Nurse Jennifer Garcia was extremely comforting during the process even though she was pushing down on my full bladder with the ultrasound and Dr. Keenan completed the transfer where I saw an ultrasound picture with three tiny dots inside my uterus. Dr. Keenan stated, “Well, you are pregnant, now you just need to stay that way for 9 months.” The whole process took less than 15 minutes. I went to the recovery area where I got to lie down slightly inverted for the next thirty minutes or so. The next obstacle was my bladder. I really needed to pee, but was inverted, so that presented a challenge. One of the nurses brought over a bedpan and strategically placed it so that I could go, but not have a river up my back. Then I waited and waited and waited. I just couldn’t let go. Finally, Jeremy did his job as a good husband and made me laugh and I was in good shape. After waiting the prescribed amount of time, we got a receipt for our transfer so I could run the expense through my flexible spending account and headed back to the hotel. I decided to go into one of my favorite yoga poses, which is legs up a wall, and let our little embryos settle in. Jeremy ordered pizza and we hung out for the rest of the day watching TV and playing Pig Out and Uno. I eventually, took my legs off the wall and braved the bathroom. Logic told me that they weren’t going to fall out, but why take any chances, right?
I slept well that night, woke up early the next morning and we got on the road back home. We hit some construction and very bumpy roads near Corbin, KY and I instructed our embryos to stay put. We were settled back home by noon and would spend the next eleven days wondering if we had any clingers.