Thursday, June 20, 2013

I am not alone!!


Pregnancy: Week 5, entry 1

 

       Technically I am around 4-5 weeks pregnant, but for the sake of the blog, it’s week 5, entry 1.

       Before I get into all the latest news, I wanted to clear something up about last week’s blog. I mentioned last week that my son-from-another-mother stayed with me and helped care for me after the last procedure. I meant my good friend Charity’s son whom I love like my own. As many of you know, I have two children that I have adopted. I would never ever refer to them as children-from-another-mother. They are my children, I am their mother, and I would never distinguish between a child I birthed or did not. Any child I am mother to is my child no matter how God brings them to me!

       Moving on to more exciting things!! I am pregnant!

I continue my progesterone shots for the first three months of pregnancy, and continue my patches for a few weeks. The progesterone shots are a real nuisance but very necessary. Since I didn’t drop an egg like a regular pregnancy would, my body won’t produce progesterone on its own until my placenta is thick enough to take over. The shots themselves suck!!! The needle is the biggest there is; one and a half inches, the oil is knotting up my butt, and at least once or twice per week Eric can’t give me my shot so it’s a scramble to find a replacement. Luckily, a gal I know just became a nurse, and kindly offered to fill in anytime I needed her. Every need I have, God provides! I was double lucky because her mother is a seasoned nurse and suggested I ask my doctor if I could do some of the shots in my thighs to give my butt a rest. To be honest with you, I didn’t know how I was going to survive three more months of these shots in my butt. I don’t have very much room back there and I’m finding it quite painful. So, I took her advice, and asked my doctor’s office about the shots in my thighs. She said yes! I was so relieved. Eric and I have done the last two shots in either thigh and it is awesome. One went off without a hitch, but I wanted to learn on the second one, and that was no good. This morning my thigh is pretty sore, but still way better than my hinny.

       My plan all along with this blog was to transition into pregnancy and eventually motherhood. So, from now on, my pictures and weekly inserts will be all about my ever growing belly and baby. This has already been quite a journey, and it has only just begun!

Friday, June 14, 2013

The Final Count Down


IVF: Week 5

 

      The final days are here. Luckily, this past week has been very busy and has kept me occupied. The kids had their last day of school yesterday, my daughter graduated from the 6th grade (whatever that means), we had our end of the year party at Wednesday night church with our class, I’ve been baking, cleaning, and groaning about my ever hurting pooper. My mind has been busy, which is a great blessing from the Lord. I haven’t had much time to think about what is to come tomorrow.

      The best, and worst, distraction of them all has been the daily shots in my butt. The oil is knotting up my rear and causing me significant pain and discomfort. I massage it, I heat it, I walk up and down and up and down the stairs to work it in, I moan, I groan, I do everything but throw myself on the floor and kick my feet. It started getting bad around Sunday. None of my shots have really hurt other than the prick of the needle and occasional burning, but now this shot is hurting during the injection as well. The worst of it was Wednesday night. It caused my cheek to develop a huge, painful, lump, that now prevents me from having any more shots on that side of my butt. So now, the other side of my butt is taking all of the all the shots and lumps and pain.

      Tomorrow we find out if it was all worth it. The beauty of tomorrow is that I will either be pregnant and continue my shots, or I won’t be, and I get to live a normal life again. Either way, it is in the hands of the Lord, and I trust in Him. This has been a daunting process and I am eager for it to end. I am tired of the pain, the toll this has taken on my body, the lack of exercise, difficulty sleeping, the bloating, and mostly the emotional toll. In the end, whether or not I receive a child from this process, I’m glad I went through it. I’ve learned much about my life, my friends, and the path I want to take in the future.

      Tomorrow is the big day. The finish line will be crossed, or a new marathon will begin. . .

Monday, June 10, 2013

The Procedures . . .DUN DUN DUN!!!


IVF: Week 4

 

       This has been to week to end all weeks. The day after my last post I had my follicular aspiration (eggs harvested). It is a minor surgery but very short.

       First thing they laid me on the table and hooked up my IV. The first drug they gave me was an antibiotic. Then they gave me something that made me a bit drunky. I have a very weak system and don’t respond well to narcotics, so the rest of the meds were a big scary monster to me. I made sure to ask for the anti-nausea med before they gave me the hard stuff instead of after like they usually do. Lastly, came the Demerol and the gas. I faintly remember the nurse telling me to take big breaths through my mouth and then groaning from the pain of the 10 inch needle piercing my cervix. She gave me more Demerol, and the rest is history.

       Once we got me up and in the car, I knew something was wrong. The car ride home was unbearable. Everything hurt, but I had a sharp pain radiating up my right side. If you are unfamiliar with the procedure, they take a 10 inch needle and put it through the cervix up into an ovary and extract the eggs, then do it to the other side. Fun!!

       After we got home, I lay down on the couch and wanted desperately to sleep but that was not an option. The pain was getting worse. Around 5 hours later my husband had to go back to the doctor’s office to deposit his half of the procedure. After I insisted to him that the pain on my right side was NOT normal, he called the doctor and we were advised that I come with him to the office.

       The doctor did 2 ultrasounds (one from the outside and one from the inside . . . they both hurt) and poking and prodding on my belly. He found that my right ovary had been bleeding. My belly had around100- 200 ccs of blood in it, but luckily, he suspected it had stopped bleeding. He said if it continued that I would need surgery that evening to suck out all the blood. He gave us instructions on how to determine if the bleeding was stopping or continuing and sent us home.

       The following days were very painful. Actually, it’s still painful now and it’s been 9 days. My belly was swollen, my ovaries were swollen, and all my internal organs were absorbing the blood which means they were bruising. Going pee was excruciating. I couldn’t sit up straight; I discovered I couldn’t eat because I was able to digest smoothly due to all the blood absorbing into my intestines. This is something I had been through before with my ovarian cysts, but now I had even more pains and aches. My greatest concern was whether or not it would affect the transfer of the fertilized embryos.

       Thursday came and I still wasn’t close to healed. The embryos HAD to be transferred 5 days after the eggs were extracted, so healed or not, they were going in! This procedure was much different. The embryos had been in a nice warm incubator so the room had to be tropical-hot as to not shock them but keep them nice and happy. I lay on the table in the dark, hot, quiet room. There was only one light on and it was shining brightly into the one place you never want a spot light. They had to insert and catheter through my cervix and into my uterus. The embryos had to be placed in very specific spot so they did a test run to make sure they had the perfect angle and depth. Normally, this would not be painful and would just be uncomfortable, but because of all the swelling and bruising, there were moments of pain as well as discomfort. One of my friends had said something to me earlier that day that really stuck with me  . . .she said that most people don’t get to know the exact moment that God blesses them with a child. I was so blessed by this recognition of truth. During the procedure I began to pray, but then my prayer changed to praise. I praised God for everything He is. I would usually praise Him for all the blessings He was giving me at that moment, but instead I just praise Him for who He is. It was AWSOME! I felt to humbled and blessed to lay at His feet and worship. Afterward, I had to lie on one side for 15 minutes then switch sides for 15 more. Then I was instructed to take it very easy for the rest of that night; no opening doors, no lifting, no carrying, no pulling, only rest and a light meal. The following 3 days were the most crucial. I had my son-from-another-mother stay with me in case I needed something done that was strenuous. The doctor said that I could resume normal activities other than exercise and of course anything that was vigorous. It’s been 4 days since they implanted the embryos in my womb, and I’m pretty much living normally. I still have pains and bloat and am healing from the surgery, but other than that I’m trying to just be normal.  This is going to be a long week.

       Along with all the procedures and complications, I started a new shot. It SUUUUCKS!!!! It’s a booty shot, and it’s worse than all the others combine! Yes, even worse than tasting band aids.  The hormone is mixed with oil so it’s very thick. It takes several tries to get it all sucked up into the syringe and takes just as long to be released into the muscle. After the shot, I have to sit on a hot pad to thin the oil and help the med absorb. The sight of the injection has to be massaged and rubbed as much as possible otherwise the med will knot up and create a large lump in my butt. Even with the hot ad and all the rubbing, my butt still HUUUURTS. Not like bumping my elbow hurts, more like wakes-me-up-every-night kind of hurts. It’s constant and unrelenting! Every time I sit, every time I walk or stand, no matter what it just sucks! Then yesterday I applied a hormone patch to my lower abdomen. Easy-peasy, as long as it stays on.

       So now what? Now I wait. I try not to ask myself questions like; Did it work? Was all of this for nothing? Was all of this worth it and will I get the most amazing gift? I don't know. Next Saturday at 8 am I go into the doctor for a blood drawn pregnancy test. I continue with the shots, the patch, and the prayers, and I wait.

       To be continued . . .