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jenn_unpluggedAs we go through this first IVF cycle, I'm going to try to record the details as much as I can, mostly for my own record-keeping. I'll cut them, so feel free to skip stuff.
So today was the hysteroscopy. It was extremely easy, just like expected. The only part that's remotely difficult is the IV insertion, heh. And they even numbed my hand for that; it was that burning numbing shot that was the worst thing I felt. So not so bad.
Just before they wheeled me into the operating room, the anesthesiologist gave me a sedative of some sort, something she said was to "relax" me. And relax it did, though I wasn't exactly anxious. Actually, I was thinking about the fact that my Grandpa was meeting with his surgeon at that very moment.
Once in the operating room, they helped me onto the table and then there were nurses all around and bright lights. The anesthesiologist put an oxygen mask on my face and told me to breathe deep. And then I was in the recovery room. That's the weird thing about anesthesia, you know? It's like no time has passed; just zip and it's over.
I had gone into the OR a little before 8:00, and the clock on the wall in recovery said 8:25. I felt crampy, like I was having bad period cramps, but nothing really uncomfortable. The nurse asked me if I wanted morphine, and I laughed through my grogginess. Morphine for cramps? No thanks. Actually, I had this intense desire to get my head clear, and the thought of adding anything into the mix that would make my head less clear was unappealing.
The doctor came by and said that there was a growth on the right side of my uterus, something that wasn't yet a polyp but would likely have grown into one eventually. He removed it, and that was it. So there wasn't anything structural in my uterus that has been interfering. That means it's either a hormone imbalance or my infertility is truly unexplained.
I was in recovery for about an hour, and had to stay until I could pee a certain amount. For half of that I sat in a recliner in an area where Doug could come in. He seemed surprised how alert I was. (He remembers the last surgery.) It took a bag of IV fluid, cups of water, apple juice, and grape juice, and two tries, but I finally peed enough that they released me.
I was tired, but not really crampy or nauseated or anything. When we got home, I slept for about four hours, then got up and had some chicken soup. And that was it. I have some twingy pain and I have to wear a maxi-pad, but otherwise I'm doing fine.
In other news, it looks like my grandfather's surgery will go forward. He has to have two valves replaced, but his prognosis is good. That should happen around the first of March. I'm going to see if I can fly out to be with my family then.
Onward!
Oh, one more thing: I'm always suspicious of these things, but it can't hurt. Sign the online petition to encourage congress to require insurance companies to cover infertility treatments. Most couples have to finance this on their own, though their infertility is no fault of their own. We're lucky that we don't have to take out a second mortgage to do it, but many people have to take such drastic steps, just to have what most people get for free.
So today was the hysteroscopy. It was extremely easy, just like expected. The only part that's remotely difficult is the IV insertion, heh. And they even numbed my hand for that; it was that burning numbing shot that was the worst thing I felt. So not so bad.
Just before they wheeled me into the operating room, the anesthesiologist gave me a sedative of some sort, something she said was to "relax" me. And relax it did, though I wasn't exactly anxious. Actually, I was thinking about the fact that my Grandpa was meeting with his surgeon at that very moment.
Once in the operating room, they helped me onto the table and then there were nurses all around and bright lights. The anesthesiologist put an oxygen mask on my face and told me to breathe deep. And then I was in the recovery room. That's the weird thing about anesthesia, you know? It's like no time has passed; just zip and it's over.
I had gone into the OR a little before 8:00, and the clock on the wall in recovery said 8:25. I felt crampy, like I was having bad period cramps, but nothing really uncomfortable. The nurse asked me if I wanted morphine, and I laughed through my grogginess. Morphine for cramps? No thanks. Actually, I had this intense desire to get my head clear, and the thought of adding anything into the mix that would make my head less clear was unappealing.
The doctor came by and said that there was a growth on the right side of my uterus, something that wasn't yet a polyp but would likely have grown into one eventually. He removed it, and that was it. So there wasn't anything structural in my uterus that has been interfering. That means it's either a hormone imbalance or my infertility is truly unexplained.
I was in recovery for about an hour, and had to stay until I could pee a certain amount. For half of that I sat in a recliner in an area where Doug could come in. He seemed surprised how alert I was. (He remembers the last surgery.) It took a bag of IV fluid, cups of water, apple juice, and grape juice, and two tries, but I finally peed enough that they released me.
I was tired, but not really crampy or nauseated or anything. When we got home, I slept for about four hours, then got up and had some chicken soup. And that was it. I have some twingy pain and I have to wear a maxi-pad, but otherwise I'm doing fine.
In other news, it looks like my grandfather's surgery will go forward. He has to have two valves replaced, but his prognosis is good. That should happen around the first of March. I'm going to see if I can fly out to be with my family then.
Onward!
Oh, one more thing: I'm always suspicious of these things, but it can't hurt. Sign the online petition to encourage congress to require insurance companies to cover infertility treatments. Most couples have to finance this on their own, though their infertility is no fault of their own. We're lucky that we don't have to take out a second mortgage to do it, but many people have to take such drastic steps, just to have what most people get for free.
