After the devastating result of our first IUI, I was being cautiously optimistic after our IVF. The clinic ended up transferring 2 top grade embryos. They were both Day 3 embryos meaning they had a good growing start.
Generally speaking, you can have either 3 day embryos, or 5 day embryos to transfer. The older the embryos are, the better the chances of success. The problem is that the longer you grow the embryos outside of the body, the larger the chance of them arresting (dying).
Because we were only able to fertilize 6 embryos, we decided to play it safer with what we had and grow the embryos to 3 days. We were lucky and all 6 survived. 5 of the 6 were great quality, and the other was still above average. Even though we have every problem in the book trying to create them, our embryos were great quality.
I was pretty good for about 2 days after the embryo transfer. I took the day after the transfer off of work and rested as prescribed. My goal for the next 14 days was to try to relax, keep my stress levels down, and focus on being well.
I had to take progesterone suppositories 3x daily to continue to support my uterine lining. Suppositories… such an innocent name for such a crappy thing! Basically shoving giant white chalky circles into my vagina… three times a day. Not fun.
The issue with the progesterone was how evil it really is. Taking progesterone mimics pregnancy symptoms. My boobs hurt, I was bloated, I had nausea, and my stomach was a mess. Plus, my body still wasn’t over the fertility medications so insert massive headaches, cramping, and muscle aches.
I hung the ultrasound picture on the fridge at our house and had it as a pic on my phone to look at. I was absolutely amazed by it. The whole science and craziness that is fertility was finally hitting me. This was actually crazy!…
By about day 6, I was back to being best friends with Google. I was now Googling everything from the best pregnancy tests, accuracy results of pregnancy tests on what day post transfer, early pregnancy symptoms, success stories from IVF, IVF odds for young couples… you get the point.
This is about when I started getting creative with math. Well if my babies were already 3 days old, plus I waited a whole 6 days… doesn’t that make them 9 days post ovulation?
I was once again pretty sure I was pregnant. Perhaps this seems silly, and Dan tried his best to keep me realistic, but this time, the odds were in our favour! We had such a great chance… plus our embryos were fantastic.
Day 7: … ok now I’m Googling and planning for twins. How can you breastfeed with twins? Do you keep them in the same room? What if they are different sexes? How would we tell our friends about two babies, not just one? Although it was exciting, I was looking at the health risks for twin births and risks to the mother. Knowledge was power… the more I knew, the more I could prepare.
Another major question- what colour would I paint the nursery? Do we find out what we are having (yes!). What hospital would we deliver in?
Day 8: The scariest part of waiting for these 14 days is going pee. It sounds stupid, but every time you go to the washroom, you say a slight prayer before you wipe. Please God, don’t let there be any blood! My worst nightmare came true… it was just a spot, but a spot of blood was not good news. I immediately started crying. This couldn’t be good news. Back to Google I went and started reading all the posts by women who started to bleed and turned out to be pregnant. Ok… this might not be the bad news I originally thought. After all, it was simply one spot.
Day 9: I’ve never been so scared to use the washroom. I continued praying and tried not to read into my symptoms too much. They were the exact same… no, wait, maybe they were getting stronger! Probably just the progesterone, but what if it wasn’t.
We had invested so much into this cycle. Not just a whole lot of money, but we were now going on over 2 months of straight treatment. Two months of monitoring appointments, needles, poking, prodding, tears, and pain. This was all worth it. We were going to be pregnant.
We went to Costco after work that night to pick up a bunch of stuff. I was getting cramps and getting really worried. I went to the washroom and found that I was now bleeding. Not just a spot anymore.
I walked out of the washroom like a zombie and walked straight to Dan. I was in tears and whispered the news in his ear. We left before buying anything and went to the car. I made it to the car before breaking down which was a feat in itself. I was just exhausted and knew this wasn’t great news.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I could not wait another 4 days to find out if this worked, especially now that a period had started. We were going to the clinic tomorrow morning to find out. I couldn’t wait any longer. I went straight to bed and tried to calm down. Dan continued to Google and found some hopeful posts, but I wasn’t feeling hopeful.
Day 10: June 15th. Beta Day. I went into the clinic at 8am with Dan and got my blood drawn. I walked out quickly and we drove home. It was Father’s Day and I was really hoping for great news to give to our family. Realistically, I was already talking myself into what might be the reality.
Around noon, they called. It only had to ring once as I was holding the phone waiting. The IVF nurse answered and said she had bad news. After that, I have no idea what she said. I just mumbled uh-huh, uh-huh and needed to get off the phone ASAP. I hung up and broke down. Even though this was the news that I was trying to tell myself might come, it didn’t help.
My body had failed us again. Another 2.5 months had gone by… plus thousands of dollars and we had nothing to show for it. Again.