This was two days post egg collection. We spent the whole day attempting to do a mortgage application, which seems to be impossible at the moment, which worries us as the longer it takes, the more chance we have of losing the house 😦
And then we spent the whole evening, Googling about how to convince the clinic that we want two embryos transferred, which is notoriously difficult thanks to the ‘one-at-a-time’ policy that the government is trying to implement.
We knew that the embryologist would phone the following morning to update us on how our six embryos were doing, but we were still convinced we wouldn’t be going in for the transfer until Thursday- day 5.
08:20, the embryologist phones with the update. Out of the 6 embryos, only 2 had developed fast enough to make it to blastocysts/day 5. Those 2 had 8 and 9 cells and the remaining were; 2x 5 cells, 1 with 4 cells and 1 with 3 cells. They gave us a choice; either have 2 embryos transferred at day 3 (the same day) or 1 on day 5. However, despite the one-at-a-time policy they actually recommended the first option because even thought they had a lot of cells, they were still grade 2 (as some cells were fragmented). So before we knew it, we were off to the clinic for an unexpected transfer!
This whole journey has been a real eye-opener for us. We went into it so naively. We really thought that because we are still (just) under 30, are healthy and have no known fertility problems, that it would be a walk in the park. That we would get loads of healthy embryos and have all of the siblings from frozen ones (we want a big family). It hasn’t been like that at all. First we thought that 18 eggs was bad, then we accepted it was fine. But then only 6 fertilised, which was still okay. But then to hear that only 2 of those were strong enough was upsetting. We were disappointed that we went from 18 to 2. But we need to stay positive. The remaining 4 embryos will stay until Friday (day 6), to see if they develop enough to be frozen, so there’s still hope for them. And even more exciting is that, while I’m sitting here typing this, the two strongest are inside me, hopefully becoming a pregnancy! 🙂
Here’s a summary of the transfer.
We went to the clinic and both put on a gown as M came in with me for the actual procedure. I then proceeded to drink 4 bottles of water to fill my bladder. We went into the same room that M had her eggs collected in. The embryologist came in to confirm the plan. And then they started. A speculum was inserted and then they cleaned the cervix with something and the embryologist came in with the embryos in a long thin tube and we watched them being inserted via ultrasound. I can’t remember the exact details as it all happened so quickly and we didn’t know where to look exactly, it was quite confusing! The worst part for me is that it was SO uncomfortable! Firstly was the fact that, although I was used to opening my legs frequently for scans, there’s nothing quite like opening your legs, having your vagina opened wider than you knew it could go, then the bed being raised to eye-level and then having a massive light shining right at it!! But worse than that was having a completely full bladder at the same time, not being able to squeeze tight and having the ultrasound pressing right on it!! I have to admit that my concentration was wasted on trying not to wet myself in the embryologists face rather than what should have been a magical moment! It was the absolute opposite to relaxing! Afterwards I kept asking them if they had put the embryos in the right place, as if me trying to control my bladder had somehow blocked them. They assured me they had 🙂
And fortunately we got a picture to show for it! Our first scan photo! The embryos are difficult to see but they are roughly where I’ve circled it. We love this photo so much!
After the transfer I lied down for an hour in the recovery room. They told us we would be fine to go but we just wanted to be safe. And then we got a taxi all the way home. So weird to be watching all the tourists and workers of central London going about their daily lives when we’ve just done such an amazing thing!
Since then I’ve been on bed rest with M running about doing everything, amazing woman! Of course I’m capable of getting on as normal but we just don’t want to take any tiny chances at all.
This two-week-wait is going to be the hardest part now!