Transfer Day

Today was a great day.

Scott and I slept in and watched TV in bed.  I put a pot roast in the crockpot for dinner.  Then at around 10:30 am we drove 5 minutes down the road and picked up our baby.

Our transfer date has, of course, been at the forefront of our thoughts for the last few months, but the week leading up to the procedure felt super, duper, ordinary.  I taught some pretty adorable fourth graders (question of the week winner is: How long can you hold your breath Mrs. Lane?).  I went on a hike with an Instagram famous dog, took a baby duck around the village while dressed in a Harry Potter onesie, and carved some pumpkins with my husband (welcome to my normal).  I did not feel nervous, or anxious, or emotional UNTIL my husband filmed a short video to our future baby as we were driving to the clinic.  He told our baby that mommy had gone through a lot to get to this day, and to wish us all luck.  It finally clicked that today is the day our future baby starts their story with us.

The Transfer

  • 10:30 – Check-in and valium dispersal – Which was my first time having a valium, and woweeeeee wasn’t that fun!
  • 10:45 – Drink Drink Drink – I chugged my Hydroflask as they performed bladder checks to make sure it was full (necessary for the procedure).
  • 11:15 – Giddy-up – I mean, these stirrups were not your dainty, run of the mill, OBGYN stirrups.  I’m talking calves strapped down, “is that a breeze I feel?” stirrups.
  • 11:20 – Picture time – The embryologist comes in to show you a picture of your Embaby, and confirm you are only putting one in.  They also informed us that they did an assisted hatching on the embryo that morning, post-thaw.
  • 11:30 – Air Bubble – Dr. A slowly inserts the catheter with the embryo inside it.  The embryo is so small that the only thing visible on the screen is the air bubble its floating around in.  To ensure the embryo has left the catheter, they have the lab check it under the microscope immediately after.
  • 11:50 – McDonald’s Pit Stop – To keep with the IVF traditions of old, we stopped at McDonald’s for post transfer French fries.
  • 12:00 – Rest Day – at home with my French fries and our microscopic nugget in tow.

A few days ago, I was chatting with a pregnant woman, and she casually noted that she had heard “it usually takes a couple tries for IVF to work.”  I knew her intentions were good, and she was attempting to prepare me for potential failure in my first IVF round.  I have gone back and forth about posting about our transfer in real-time “in case” it didn’t work.  What I have realized is this:  Not getting my hopes up will not dampen the heartache if it doesn’t work.  So today I celebrate!  I celebrate my body for withstanding months of weirdness.  I celebrate my supportive husband who held my hand and his checkbook throughout this process.  I celebrate the love and excitement of my family, friends, and even strangers.  And I celebrate my future little buddy and hope that he or she hangs in there.

XO

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