New Addition (Part One)
So in this last year, actually it’s been longer then a year. Four years ago my partner and I were struggling to have a baby. After trying for two years, we went to our family doctor for help. The doctor referred us to a local fertility clinic. We originally went through all the tests to find out what type of procedure that we would need. It turned out that we would need IVF. The news hit us a little hard, especially when we looked at the cost. So we decided to save up for the procedure. For the next two years, I worked 2-3 jobs and attended school. Instead of gifts, we asked for money instead to help save up for the procedure.
Fast forward a little over two years, we had to start the process again by going back to the family doctor to be referred again. Once we were accepted back into the fertility clinic and done all the tests again. We had to pay a fee to get on the waiting list for a chance to go through one cycle of IVF. We waited about 4 months before our turn came about. I got to start my first cycle of IVF drugs on May 2, 2015.
Every day, I was taking 3-5 needles a day. Scare to miss anything or mess anything up. With nearly $15,000 on the line, could you blame me? May 12th rolled around, which meant that it was time to take the ova (my eggs) and fertilize them. That procedure was painful. What they do is essentially take a ultrasound probe with a needle to pierce through your vaginal canal wall to get to your ovaries. Generally the pain medicine that they place people on is effective, however, my breathing would stop. So they couldn’t give me much to deal with the pain.
Once the ova are taken we were sent home with some hormones to start so that your body would be ready to be implanted in 3-5 days. Every day on wards you are warned that you could come into any of those 5 days. We received a call about how many ova survived the day and continued to grow. For us, we had well over 20+ on the first day. By the end of that day there was only 12 that survived. By the second day, there was 5 left. Two that were what the lady was calling “superstars” and three that didn’t look like they were going to last. So we were in formed that we would have to come in on the 3 day and that the two “superstars” would be transplanted.
