I can't even begin to explain the amount of anxiety and nervousness I felt the week prior to my transfer day. I went in on May 2nd for my final ultrasound and lab. They said everything looked great and that my transfer was scheduled for the 9th. They didn't have a set time for me and would call me during the week to let me know.
The only concern the doctor had was that my IP only wanted to transfer boys. We wouldn't know until the morning of the transfer if and how many boys we would have. She said there was a slight chance we would have to cancel yet another transfer.
I definitely got nervous when she mentioned this. I have been through one cancelled transferred earlier this year and it was not fun. My doctor put me on provera to balance out my hormones and so that AF could make her appearance. It was not a fun experience. It came with hot flashes, mood swings, and extreme fatigue. By the time everything balanced out they called me that we would be starting my second cycle. I was scared to have to put my body through all of that again. Not to mention AF wasn't very friendly that month. She lasted a whole 9 days and was not a light flow at all.
The doctor handed me my new calendar for the week of the transfer and the following two weeks. I was scheduled to start PIO that Sunday. I had not experienced PIO and was a bit scared after all the research I had done on the web. A lot of people mentioned how badly it hurt and the soreness on the injection site. I was a little nervous and had my DH help me with the shot. It actually wasn't as bad as I had anticipated. It didn't feel much different from the estrogen at all.
The week of the transfer I tried to keep busy with work and my daughters school. I realized that my daughter's mother day tea party was scheduled for the same day as my transfer. So I hoped for an afternoon transfer.
Work was a bit hectic that week as we would be getting a new manager. We would be incurring a lot of changes and new rules.
Being so busy and caught up with work and being a mommy ended up being a blessing in disguise. It made the week go by a lot faster. Not to mention my hubby took me on a little get away to release some stress.
They called me the day before the transfer to notify of the time. To my dismay the transfer was scheduled at the exact time of the tea party. I choked up as I tried to ask if she had any other times available. I knew that my daughter would be devastated. Unfortunately the doctor didn't have any other times available. So at 10:30 am it would have to be.
I came home from work that night in tears. Although to some it may sound a bit dramatic, the truth is that I love going to all school activities. I hate missing out on anything. I think it has to do with growing up in a home with two working parents. I was always that kid who's parents never showed up for anything. I'm a bit of an extremist and don't want to miss out on one single thing. So with tears in my eyes I broke my little kindergartener's heart and told her I wouldn't be able to make it to her tea party. She actually handled it really well. As I couldn't find a replacement to go in my place on such short notice I just decided to keep her home from school.
So as you can all imagine I didn't sleep much the night before. It no longer was the anticipation of the transfer that kept me up but the sadness that I would be missing out on something that meant a lot to my little munchkin.
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