Throughout the chaos of my Egg Collection and my HORRENDOUS recovery, we found out how many future babies we had developing into embryos! This made the whole experience worth it. The recovery was awful, but the result was amazing.
First of all, I had no idea what to expect. I feel like I should have done more research on what exactly was happening. My first thought after the collection was "Holy shit, so I could have 28 babies?!" LOL! I was SO wrong. I was so doped up and sick I just couldn't think straight. It's funny to look back at that now!
I got a call from the Embryologist a few days after collection when I was feeling the WORST. She told me that we had a total of 9 BEAUTIFUL EMBRYOS ready to freeze!!!! I didn't realize that DUH, they wouldn't all fertilize. But then I thought, "Holy shit, so we could have 9 babies!?" So crazy! We were so glad that we had so many chances!
After the egg collection, I was woozy for a bit and I was ready to get home. I got dressed and the nurse wheeled me down to the car. I was told to drink TONS of Gatorade and to eat a lot of protein and salt. They said I shouldn't only drink water because I needed a lot of electrolytes. I thought that sounded so weird. First of all, I HATE GATORADE. I MEAN I HATE IT. I never ever ever ever want to even look at it ever again. I hated it before this whole ordeal, and I have a strong anger towards it after.
I was starving after the collection, so we went and got chicken and french fries to bring home.
My husband is the BEST. He had set up our guest bedroom for my recovery room. It was so calming with the twinkle lights up. He brought me everything I could need within reaching distance. All charging cords, saltines, Gatorade grrrrr, my phone and my iPad. I ate my food...
I was SO READY to get these eggs out of me! I felt so full and uncomfortable, and it was getting hard to eat and even hard to breath normally. We got to the doctor's office, signed in and had a seat. I could barely stand sitting, and it seemed like the longest wait ever.
We were finally called back to the room where we were greeted by the nurse who would be taking care of me. I got undressed and put my cool hairnet and gown on. My husband was awesome and had me laughing until it was time to get the IV in. They were having trouble finding a good vein. It took them 4 tries! (This is normal for me...every single time I go in for blood work, it takes 2-5 times to get it done. I have no idea why.) Anyways, it was time to go back.
I HATE having to go under anesthesia. I HATE the tingly feeling I get before I'm knocked out, and I especially HATE the oxygen goofball mask they put on that smells awful....