We left a little early, so we could stop by my grandparents' house to drop off a birthday card for my grandpa. His birthday was yesterday. I wasn't sure how loopy I would be on the way home, so I wanted to make sure to get it there while still coherent. Of course, we woke grandma up, since it was only 8:30 and she likes to sleep in. I'm with her. When I get to retirement age, I will be sleeping in too. It was nice to chat with them for a while, even if Grandma did stress me out a little by telling me how hard it is to get an IV in her.
Then, we were off to the clinic. When we got there, they took Austin back to do his thing, but I'm not totally sure where. A couple minutes later, they had me go back and talk to the nurse. She went over everything to make sure we were all on the same page with what we were doing, and then told me what I was to do/expect afterwards. She made it sound just as terrifying as the internet did, so that was fun. Then, she took me to the recovery room where I got to change into a fun hospital gown and chill for a while. Austin came in a few minutes later. I made him take a picture with me, since I looked so cute:
Okay, I guess replace the word cute with pasty, and that is a bit more accurate.
After we were in the recovery area for like 3-4 minutes, Dr. Hatasaka came in and introduced himself and told us what he expected to get. I didn't know Dr. Swelstad wouldn't be doing my retrieval until we got there, but I was told it was a possibility, since I didn't start on a regular batch cycle (where they put everyone on birth control and start their stimulation the same day). Anyway, for the literally 30 seconds I talked to Dr. H, he seemed super nice. Then, I signed some paperwork for the anesthetist and he took me into the OR. That room is a bit intimidating, so I'm glad I don't remember much from there. The embryologist came out and introduced herself, though I do not remember what her name was. Luckily, she made dang sure she knew my name and my husband's name and that they were clearly marked on all of our stuff!
The anesthetist told me he was going to start the IV and that would be the worst part. He numbed my arm up a little first, so it didn't even hurt at all actually. The IV went in super quick and easy. The most stressful part for me about having an IV is just knowing there is something sticking into me. Some kind of irrational fear. So I was really glad that pretty much as soon as the IV was in, he started giving me the propofol and other lovely drugs. He said, "Okay, you're getting the good stuff now, so don't freak out if you start seeing tie dye flowers on the ceiling or something." And as soon as he said that, the lights started looking like they were on a treadmill, and I think I probably told them that.
Then....I was in the recovery room. The nurse told me it was over and I was like...no, we didn't start yet. Then I realized I was in the recovery room and Austin was there. I was like, "AUSTIN! How did I get in here???" The operating table is stationary, and the recovery bed was in the other room, so I was very concerned as to how I got from one room to the other. I don't know if I walked, someone wheeled me, or if they just carried me in there! Austin couldn't help me either, because they didn't bring him in until I was waking up, so he doesn't know how I got there either. Then, I told him like 5 times that the lights looked like there were on treadmills and then it was over.
I could feel the propofol wearing off. It is a very short-acting drug, and I was kind of sad, because it just feels so good. Luckily, the fentanyl and Demerol are not quite so short-acting. They are pain killers, but I still expected SOME pain. I kept pushing on my stomach and telling Austin I was sure we hadn't started yet, because it didn't even hurt. I'm just glad waking up, I wasn't as silly as Bo was when he woke up after his wisdom teeth. That made for seriously the most hilarious anesthesia video I have EVER seen. He thought he was in a war and was trying to shoot bad guys and go on "missions" all the way home, including telling my mom she was a Russian spy and everything. It was beyond hilarious. So, at least I didn't do that. Austin did take a picture of me all loopy though...thanks for that, Hon!
Yep, still pasty. Get that girl some lip gloss.
So, after the drugs started wearing off, we were allowed to have a juice box and leave. The report is they retrieved 10 eggs, but they won't know how many were mature until tomorrow. They are going to call me in the morning with how many were mature and how many fertilized. I expect 5 or so good ones. I would be happy with 5. Now we just have to pray they grow really well and make it to a 5-day transfer! The hard part is over now. You know, as long as you don't count sitting on your thumbs waiting around hard. Different hard, I guess!
I am now about 8-9 hours out from the surgery and I still feel pretty good. It actually hurt more to have my IUD put in, just for some comparison. I don't know if I still have some pain killer in my system or not, but if this is as bad as it gets, I can definitely handle it. Good job being wrong, Internet.
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