Well let's just say conceiving you wasn't easy. Let's see. Once your dad and I got married we knew right away we wanted children and really didn't care to "plan". We preferred kids sooner rather than later, so we never "stopped" it from happening. After 6 months of negative pregnancy tests and no regular cycle of any kind, I called my gyn. Given my menstrual history and our 6 months of trying her response was "I'm gonna refer you to an endocrinologist."
I didn't argue.
In short we went to the endocrinologist and had inseminations while I was on oral medications and then we were referred to a fertility specialist. There we had multiple inseminations while I was on injectable medications. Oh and tests of all sorts- Unexplained Infertility at it's best.
Then the decision to go down the in vitro path. Months of praying. Months of saving. Months of waiting. In vitro scheduled. Medications ordered. Lots of medications. Lots of shots. Egg retrieval.
Ha ha! Egg retrieval! I was under anesthesia for the retrieval. They tell you the first thing women generally ask is "how many eggs did I have!?!?!" Well not in this case. Your mom is a rare one.
The doc walked in and said, "everything went well."
I responded "Really, because my va-jay-jay is SOOOOOOOO sore!!!" Apparently, much to my dismay, I decided to use the word "va-jay-jay" over. and. over. again. Shawn politely (not realizing you just can't rationalize with someone who doesn't handle anesthesia well) told me I need to watch what words I use with the doctor. Well I decided to apologize LOUDLY to everyone in the office, even those walking by my room... "I normally don't use the word va-jay-jay. I'm so sorry I said va-jay-jay. I'm really not like that." I entertained everyone, patients, nurses, doctors...
I also went on to ask the doctor if my eggs were having a party. I was concerned because the party had been busted in my ovaries so I was hoping the ones who got out were still able to have some fun. Wow.
The next day wasn't as fun.
The protocol is to call and tell the couple how many eggs were fertilized. Oh and that one question you "normally" ask- I had 16 eggs. The call went like this.
"Well I don't have any good news. Only one egg fertilized. We consider normal at least 50% fertilization. I'm not sure why. I normally would blame THAT low of a fertilization rate to a lab error, like temperature or something. But all of my other patient's yesterday, besides you, were very successful."
Another wow. Your dad and I briefly went into a mourning. It was as if we were told it wasn't successful and may never be.
Embryo transfer. Three day bed rest. Wait. Wait. Blood work. Wait. Wait. Blood work. Wait. The call.
"Can you say that again??" I'll NEVER forget the patient's house I was in. I normally don't answer my phone while I work, but I knew what the call was about. I stepped out on the porch and balled my eyes out. I called Shawn. We were pregnant! Craziness. Overwhelming emotions of all sorts.
That one little stubborn embryo. That one embryo that was "graded" the highest grade the lab gives out. That one child we had wanted so bad.
I will leave you with this. The prayers never stopped. Our hearts longed to meet you.