Fertile Schmertile

March 1, 2008

The Long Version of My Retrieval

Filed under: adoption,anxiety,infertility,IVF — by M. @ 11:07 am

Wednesday night, I had to work til 6, so by the time we dropped the little one off with family to spend the night, we didn’t get out of town til 8.  Which got us up north to where our medical center was around 11 (12 their time).  So we were simply exhausted, but did manage to get a decent night’s sleep before heading to the medical center.

The center where our clinic is located is absolutely GORGEOUS–sounds funny, doesn’t it, to say that about a hospital.  But its only been two years since it was built, and it seems they took some time on the details, to make it state-of-the-art, and somehow not look like a hospital at all.  We were greeted by this lovely older nurse, a tiny, blonde spitfire who referred to my husband as “Sunshine” and just oozed with enthusiasm for her work and the people she works with.  She got us settled into our little room, which had a great little flat screen tv we were watching.  After I got into my gown and warmed robe and warmed blankie, she came back in to set my IV and make conversation. 

When she came back in, we were watching something with Tyra Banks and DH and I were discussing how tall we thought she was, etc.  And Nurse Sunshine, being so personable and fun as she is, joined in the conversation.  She laughingly told us how she’s seen Tyra’s show a few times and doesn’t understand why “she always has to try so hard to act white.”  And made a disparaging comment about the size of T.B.’s rear end, noting that “blacks always have such big butts,” and adding the obligatory “I’m not racist, but…” before we could swallow our shock and quickly change the subject.  Obviously she believed us to be in the “I’m White So I Can Say Whatever I Want Club.”  Oh. My. 

After a little bit of finageling, we got the channel turned as well as the topic of conversation, and were back on the process of IVF.  Where she starts talking about the Catholics being against it, but she thinks that’s just silly…blah, blah, blah…not knowing that she was speaking to one of the said Catholics, who quite honestly continues to struggle with the whole IVF thing from time to time, (but that’s another post for another time).  Obviously, still not wanting to make a peep about anything personal to me, since obviously it would be dismissed as being “silly” I continued to just sit quietly as she found my vein for the IV.  And she poked me once to numb my hand so I wouldn’t feel the painful IV needle, but oops, I guess I didn’t get enough lidocaine, because NOTHING WAS NUMB.  Hurt like a bitch.  Followed up with IVF being a miracle and if anyone should believe in miracles it should be us, because we had that “beautiful adopted baby” and how lucky we were to get a (white) baby in this day and age.  She didn’t say it, but you KNOW she meant it.

Please, please, bring on the sedation.

Which they finally did–all the other players in the process were great and fun and the retrieval wnt off without a hitch.

They were able to retrieve 9 eggs.  They called this morning with the fertilization report:

  • 7 total eggs injected (ICSI)
  • 4 of the 7 fertilized and look great for this stage in the game
  • 2 of the 7 didn’t survive the ICSI
  • 1 of the 7 is still on the fence, it may develop or may not

So we’re hoping the four make it to transfer day, where we’ll be able to put back the best two.

My guts hurt.  I took today off to rest and hopefully will be better by the time the little one comes home around 5 or so.  He is a handful.  DH wants to go help a friend tomorrow and I’ll be home without help all day, but will do my best.  I know the real test of bedrest will be next week after transfer.  I will be working to get everything done for the little one’s second birthday party on Saturday the 8th.  The following week DH will be on a trip, and I’ll have to figure out how to manage to take care of little one with as little lifting as possible.  Which won’t be possible.  And we’ll end that week with a trip to see the little one’s birthmom and new baby.  That monday will be our 2nd beta.


  • None of the four embryos will survive til Tuesday.
  • I won’t get everything done for the birthday party.
  • I’ll be in over my head when DH is gone to Alabama.
  • I’ll do something I’m not supposed to and compromise implantation “sticking”.


  1. oh my gosh. If I were closer, I’d watch him for you! He and AP could have a playdate – Woob could teach AP to talk, and AP could share his dance moves, and they could read HOP ON POP together…..

    Good luck! I’m so glad the procedure went so well, in spite of that crazy nurse. People just DO NOT think! I hope you get the chance to politely tell her (once all this is over) that her comments were offensive. But I think I’m a little like you, and sometimes I just let it slide and keep my mouth shut.

    Comment by StorkWatcher — March 1, 2008 @ 11:25 am |Reply

  2. Glad to hear it went well. And may I just say, it makes a difference that the place is pretty b/c your doing something so intimate (creating human life) and anything to lessen the blow of there being more than just the two of you involved is a blessing! Congrats on your 4 babies growing, growing, growing!!!! My gut hurts to, in fact I was only at work today for about 3 hours. It just hurt too bad to stand up and walk. So now I’m stuck in bed. Ugh. I’m scared of the same things you are, we’ll just keep the prayers going and pray that this Thanksgiving brings us both healthy babies!

    Comment by mrsyak — March 1, 2008 @ 11:40 am |Reply

  3. My apologies for the ridiculously bad grammar/spelling in my comment.

    Comment by mrsyak — March 1, 2008 @ 11:41 am |Reply

  4. Hey, give me a call. I will help with the birthday party planning or with Woob. I am just a hop and a skip away and I would be happy to. Let me know! And, come on four, keep growing and developing!!!!!!

    Comment by Marci — March 1, 2008 @ 11:57 am |Reply

  5. Oh forgot to add, the nurse. Yeah, I would not have been so calm! Of course I was not one of the ‘lucky’ ones that got a white baby…

    Comment by Marci — March 1, 2008 @ 11:58 am |Reply

  6. Hey! Just wanted to tell you that I do feel better, just not 100%. I’d say at best I feel 75% better and at worst 50% better. So don’t despair yet! I think it just takes a day for our ovaries to realize they don’t need to be making follicular fluid anymore (just my uneducated guess).

    Comment by mrsyak — March 1, 2008 @ 3:14 pm |Reply

  7. Oh oh oh!!! MrsYak brings up a good point! I was actually just writing a post about how it was right about now two years ago that I got pregnant and we all know when DD was born!

    So I would be absolutely thrilled and honored if you became another Thanksgivingmom 🙂 (Of course the name’s still mine! hehe)

    Everything’s still crossed!

    Comment by thanksgivingmom — March 1, 2008 @ 11:29 pm |Reply

  8. Thanks, TGM! I hadn’t thought about the Thanksgiving time thing yet. And I would never take your title 🙂 Thanks everyone for your good thoughts.

    Comment by mama2roo — March 2, 2008 @ 8:16 am |Reply

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