It looks like my comments section was blocked (who even knew that was a thing? I sure didn't), but I think I figured it out. I love comments, so feel free to drop me a line!
Thanks
Monday, May 16, 2016
Technology is Annoying
I apologize to anyone who has tried to leave me any comments on here and couldn't do so. They don't make managing these blogs very user friendly or very easy to figure out.
It looks like my comments section was blocked (who even knew that was a thing? I sure didn't), but I think I figured it out. I love comments, so feel free to drop me a line!
Thanks
It looks like my comments section was blocked (who even knew that was a thing? I sure didn't), but I think I figured it out. I love comments, so feel free to drop me a line!
Thanks
Friday, May 13, 2016
Losing Nemo
I was going to wait a few weeks to post this, but I figured I might as well just do it now. I thought about just keeping it private for only Vance and me to read,
but feel I owe an explanation and a closing chapter to those who have
been following us through our journey. This post is very personal to me, and I honestly can't believe I've been so open in sharing our battle with infertility these past few years. I think I have been so open for a few reasons:
• I want to remember this story accurately and be able to reflect on it someday
• I don't want to have to answer as many questions in person
• I want to give those who care and are interested the opportunity to know what's going on
• I want to shed some light and help make aware the taboo topic of infertility, as told from my perspective
• I would like to be able to help someone out if they ever have any questions as they go through a similar experience. I want whoever she may be to know that she is not alone in the way she is feeling or the things she is going through.
So here we go....
We named our embryo Nemo because just like in the movie Finding Nemo, our little Nemo was the last and only surviving egg. When we went in for our transfer, our doctor broke the bad new to us that the other embryo didn't make it to a day 5 blastocyst, so we only had one little guy (our Nemo) to transfer. If you remember the beginning of the movie, a barracuda comes through and attacks Nemo's mom and his 400 brothers and sisters who haven't yet hatched from their eggs. After the attack, Nemo is the only egg left.
It is with a very heavy heart that I say that our Nemo didn't make it.
Vance went out of town on Thursday night for a race he was pacing in the Grand Canyon. I had women from the ward helping me out with my shots, but I felt uneasy all weekend. By Saturday evening I was so nervous, and had very light pink spotting. My cramps were getting worse, but I kept trying to brush it off, telling myself this was probably normal for an IVF patient in the early stages pregnancy (even though I knew it wasn't).
I went to hop in the shower when I noticed several drops of blood, and completely lost it. Aunt Flo had arrived. I collapsed to the ground and felt my heart rip out of my chest. To say I was sobbing would be an understatement. I wailed uncontrollably like I've never wailed before. I kept screaming "No!" over and over again as I rocked myself in the fetal position. I felt indescribable grief and loss. I eventually got up and sobbed through my entire shower and then cried myself to sleep. I wished more than anything that Vance was there to be with me.
Vance made it home from his trip at like 1am and just cuddled me, knowing the bad news. We headed to the doctors office at 7am on Mother's Day. When the nurses called me back to get my blood drawn, I reluctantly got up, knowing this was my final step to an unsuccessful and heartbreaking round of IVF. Vance kept his hopes up, saying that it could just be my body being confused and that a baby really was actually forming in there. But I know my body, and I definitely know what a period feels like. I knew I had to get my final closure though, and in the meantime tried to humor myself that maybe I really was reading the signs all wrong. It's not over until the fat lady sings, right? But I knew that this (metaphorical) fat lady was getting ready to sing one hell of a song.
As the nurse was prepping my arm and my veins for the blood draw, I asked "So, if I'm spotting and cramping today that probably isn't a good sign, huh?" She looked at me with pity on her face and shook her head. That is when the tears just poured out like a waterfall. Fat, hot tears burned down my face, filling my chest with a pool full of salt water. Vance squeezed my other hand as she drew my blood, and I just sat in the chair silently weeping. I was so grateful that Vance made it home in time to be with me when I needed him. I can't imagine if I would have had to go through that alone.
"Have a nice day," the 2nd nurse in the room that watched me cry said as we left the office. Ha! Gee, thanks lady.
We made it back to the car and I wailed hysterically all over again. I was shaking and uncontrollable. This was the heaviest grief and by far the worst day of infertility I had been through yet. After all that we had been through, after all of the good signs, and after the long process of finally getting accepted into the Miracle Fund and the amazing donors who made it possible, how could this really be the answer? And the cruel irony of it all going down on Mother's Day was too much for my heart to handle. Getting up early to drive to SLC to take THE pregnancy test that I knew was negative was one very hard pill to swallow.
We received a phone call a few hours later, and sure enough I was right. Negative. And with no surviving embryos, IVF in the near future is not looking likely for us. The wet and stormy weather that day matched my emotions so perfectly.
Immediately after the phone call ended, I wept yet again, this time Vance crying with me. He hugged me, kissed me, and told me that he loves me so much. He told me that I will always be enough for him, and that he couldn't imagine finding anyone else more perfect for him than me. He told me that I was brave, and that he was so proud of me. Lastly, he told me that going through IVF made him feel even closer to me, and that he was grateful for the even tighter bond that going through IVF together gave us. We hugged and cried, and never had I felt so loved and so heartbroken in the same moment as I did right then.
I received lots of sweet messages and texts that morning and throughout the day from my sisters and brother, parents, family and friends wishing me a happy Mother's Day and telling me how much they loved me and were rooting for Nemo. None of them knew the bad news, but it meant so much to me that so many people were thinking of me on what had I hoped would be the happiest Mother's Day ever. I had a couple more meltdowns on Sunday, and by the end of the day I was completely exhausted and emotionally drained.
I saw this video floating around social media, and bawled through the whole thing. I have put up a tough fight for the title of mother, and will continue to do so again once these very fresh wounds start to heal. 7–8 rounds of clomid and femara, 1 hysterosalpingography, 1 sonosalpingogram, 4 IUIs, 1 (adoption) home study, countless blood tests, shots, and transvaginal ultrasounds, 1 taxing round of IVF, and almost 5 years later, we are still left empty handed and praying for the chance to one day become parents.
Infertility is HARD. If you have a been blessed with children, give them a squeeze and give thanks to your Heavenly Father that He placed them into your loving arms. Children, and the ability to create life truly are miracles. I don't doubt that raising a family is difficult, and that sometimes...if not most of the time...your children drive you crazy. Nonetheless, they are still miracles.
Every morning since Mother's Day has been difficult. I wake up feeling sad, broken, and not wanting to get out of bed. I hate my body and I hate that it keeps letting me down. I feel like I've failed myself and that I've let my husband down. I usually shake off the sadness and am fine throughout the day, but mornings and nights are when the grief really hits. Getting rid of my dreadful shots and removing our medical station from our counter was actually really hard for me to do. Even though I hated those shots, I loved thinking about what they were doing to help me reach my family, and I was really praying I would have to take them for another 6 weeks. It pained me to let it all go. It meant saying goodbye to Nemo, and goodbye to the hope that going through IVF brought me.
We don't know yet what our next step will be, and we aren't planning anything drastic in the near future. We need another break from all of the madness. We do plan to meet with our doctor in the next few weeks to learn more about what he found out about our unexplained infertility, but in the meantime we just want to re-coop and enjoy our summer.
Thanks everyone for your support and prayers. We feel so lucky to have been able to experience IVF. I really thought that with as many prayers and positive vibes we had sent our way, we would be blessed in the way we wanted to be blessed this time around. We wanted more than anything to know what tiny little Nemo would look like and who he or she would become, but were not granted that wish. So it looks like this little Anni is going to have to continue to wait.
• I want to remember this story accurately and be able to reflect on it someday
• I don't want to have to answer as many questions in person
• I want to give those who care and are interested the opportunity to know what's going on
• I want to shed some light and help make aware the taboo topic of infertility, as told from my perspective
• I would like to be able to help someone out if they ever have any questions as they go through a similar experience. I want whoever she may be to know that she is not alone in the way she is feeling or the things she is going through.
So here we go....
We named our embryo Nemo because just like in the movie Finding Nemo, our little Nemo was the last and only surviving egg. When we went in for our transfer, our doctor broke the bad new to us that the other embryo didn't make it to a day 5 blastocyst, so we only had one little guy (our Nemo) to transfer. If you remember the beginning of the movie, a barracuda comes through and attacks Nemo's mom and his 400 brothers and sisters who haven't yet hatched from their eggs. After the attack, Nemo is the only egg left.
It is with a very heavy heart that I say that our Nemo didn't make it.
Vance went out of town on Thursday night for a race he was pacing in the Grand Canyon. I had women from the ward helping me out with my shots, but I felt uneasy all weekend. By Saturday evening I was so nervous, and had very light pink spotting. My cramps were getting worse, but I kept trying to brush it off, telling myself this was probably normal for an IVF patient in the early stages pregnancy (even though I knew it wasn't).
I went to hop in the shower when I noticed several drops of blood, and completely lost it. Aunt Flo had arrived. I collapsed to the ground and felt my heart rip out of my chest. To say I was sobbing would be an understatement. I wailed uncontrollably like I've never wailed before. I kept screaming "No!" over and over again as I rocked myself in the fetal position. I felt indescribable grief and loss. I eventually got up and sobbed through my entire shower and then cried myself to sleep. I wished more than anything that Vance was there to be with me.
Vance made it home from his trip at like 1am and just cuddled me, knowing the bad news. We headed to the doctors office at 7am on Mother's Day. When the nurses called me back to get my blood drawn, I reluctantly got up, knowing this was my final step to an unsuccessful and heartbreaking round of IVF. Vance kept his hopes up, saying that it could just be my body being confused and that a baby really was actually forming in there. But I know my body, and I definitely know what a period feels like. I knew I had to get my final closure though, and in the meantime tried to humor myself that maybe I really was reading the signs all wrong. It's not over until the fat lady sings, right? But I knew that this (metaphorical) fat lady was getting ready to sing one hell of a song.
As the nurse was prepping my arm and my veins for the blood draw, I asked "So, if I'm spotting and cramping today that probably isn't a good sign, huh?" She looked at me with pity on her face and shook her head. That is when the tears just poured out like a waterfall. Fat, hot tears burned down my face, filling my chest with a pool full of salt water. Vance squeezed my other hand as she drew my blood, and I just sat in the chair silently weeping. I was so grateful that Vance made it home in time to be with me when I needed him. I can't imagine if I would have had to go through that alone.
"Have a nice day," the 2nd nurse in the room that watched me cry said as we left the office. Ha! Gee, thanks lady.
We made it back to the car and I wailed hysterically all over again. I was shaking and uncontrollable. This was the heaviest grief and by far the worst day of infertility I had been through yet. After all that we had been through, after all of the good signs, and after the long process of finally getting accepted into the Miracle Fund and the amazing donors who made it possible, how could this really be the answer? And the cruel irony of it all going down on Mother's Day was too much for my heart to handle. Getting up early to drive to SLC to take THE pregnancy test that I knew was negative was one very hard pill to swallow.
We received a phone call a few hours later, and sure enough I was right. Negative. And with no surviving embryos, IVF in the near future is not looking likely for us. The wet and stormy weather that day matched my emotions so perfectly.
Immediately after the phone call ended, I wept yet again, this time Vance crying with me. He hugged me, kissed me, and told me that he loves me so much. He told me that I will always be enough for him, and that he couldn't imagine finding anyone else more perfect for him than me. He told me that I was brave, and that he was so proud of me. Lastly, he told me that going through IVF made him feel even closer to me, and that he was grateful for the even tighter bond that going through IVF together gave us. We hugged and cried, and never had I felt so loved and so heartbroken in the same moment as I did right then.
I received lots of sweet messages and texts that morning and throughout the day from my sisters and brother, parents, family and friends wishing me a happy Mother's Day and telling me how much they loved me and were rooting for Nemo. None of them knew the bad news, but it meant so much to me that so many people were thinking of me on what had I hoped would be the happiest Mother's Day ever. I had a couple more meltdowns on Sunday, and by the end of the day I was completely exhausted and emotionally drained.
I saw this video floating around social media, and bawled through the whole thing. I have put up a tough fight for the title of mother, and will continue to do so again once these very fresh wounds start to heal. 7–8 rounds of clomid and femara, 1 hysterosalpingography, 1 sonosalpingogram, 4 IUIs, 1 (adoption) home study, countless blood tests, shots, and transvaginal ultrasounds, 1 taxing round of IVF, and almost 5 years later, we are still left empty handed and praying for the chance to one day become parents.
Infertility is HARD. If you have a been blessed with children, give them a squeeze and give thanks to your Heavenly Father that He placed them into your loving arms. Children, and the ability to create life truly are miracles. I don't doubt that raising a family is difficult, and that sometimes...if not most of the time...your children drive you crazy. Nonetheless, they are still miracles.
Every morning since Mother's Day has been difficult. I wake up feeling sad, broken, and not wanting to get out of bed. I hate my body and I hate that it keeps letting me down. I feel like I've failed myself and that I've let my husband down. I usually shake off the sadness and am fine throughout the day, but mornings and nights are when the grief really hits. Getting rid of my dreadful shots and removing our medical station from our counter was actually really hard for me to do. Even though I hated those shots, I loved thinking about what they were doing to help me reach my family, and I was really praying I would have to take them for another 6 weeks. It pained me to let it all go. It meant saying goodbye to Nemo, and goodbye to the hope that going through IVF brought me.
We don't know yet what our next step will be, and we aren't planning anything drastic in the near future. We need another break from all of the madness. We do plan to meet with our doctor in the next few weeks to learn more about what he found out about our unexplained infertility, but in the meantime we just want to re-coop and enjoy our summer.
Thanks everyone for your support and prayers. We feel so lucky to have been able to experience IVF. I really thought that with as many prayers and positive vibes we had sent our way, we would be blessed in the way we wanted to be blessed this time around. We wanted more than anything to know what tiny little Nemo would look like and who he or she would become, but were not granted that wish. So it looks like this little Anni is going to have to continue to wait.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Anni Waits
IVF is a physical and emotional roller coaster.
The first 2 weeks of the ride is filled with a lot of ups and a lot of excitement. You are constantly seeing nurses and getting updates on how your body is doing and how well you are responding to medications. Every change to your body is exciting because it means the medications are working and that you are one step closer to reaching your ultimate goal of parenthood. Everything moves so fast paced you don't even really have time to worry or think that it might not work out. I don't know about other women going through this part of the IVF process, but for me during the first two weeks, I felt really confident and full of hope.
However, the last 2 weeks of the ride are a whole different story....
After your embryo transfer, you are left in a 2 week waiting game with no doctor visits and no updates on what is happening inside of your body. You have no nurses encouraging you and telling you that everything is going to work out, and no doctors saying that everything looks great. You feel somewhat abandoned, and suddenly every worry and doubt you could possibly have is amplified to the extreme. Confidence is replaced with skepticism. Excitement is replaced with fear. Peace is replaced with anxiety. Hope is replaced with doubt. Every period symptom cramp and tiny little feeling inside your body feels like a negative sign. You know you are supposed to think positive thoughts, but instead you are trapped in some weird negative limbo, wondering how you will react when you finally do get one of two answers. You almost feel like the game is over before you even really know for sure if it is.
I recently re-acquainted myself with an old song by the incredible Ben Folds. I used to listen to Ben on the regular, but it has probably been a few years since I've pulled him up on my iPod. I was skimming through my iPod a few weeks ago when I was just starting the IVF journey and gasped when I remembered one of his songs I nearly forgot about. This song has always been a favorite of mine, because it's a song about me. However, as I listened to this song for the first time in a few years, it took on a whole new meaning to me. It applies so perfectly to not only my 2 week wait, but the nearly 5 year wait of infertility I have gone through. The fact that the song is about Anni(e) makes it too perfect and sentimental not to share. The song is called Annie Waits.
(Note: For those who don't know, Anni (without an E), has been my nickname since I was kid. Family and close friends call me Anni.)
The true meaning of this song in a nutshell is about a girl named Annie who waits and waits for the guy she's in love with who will never fully commit to her, yet she keeps justifying why he's a jerk who is always disappointing her... until one day she's finally had enough and breaks free from him. All the while the narrator of the song is in love with Annie and waits and waits for her, but she never chooses him. It's a sad song :(
I've obviously re-interpreted the song's meaning to this:
Anni (without an E) has been waiting for years and years to have a child, yet despite all of her efforts she has never been able to conceive. In just a few days time she is going to receive a call from a fertility nurse that could possibly change her life and make her the happiest woman in the world. However, a large part of her fears that it will be the same heartbreaking news she's had for the past 5 years. Her biological clock is ticking as she keeps getting older, yet she keeps trying and pushing forward. Shadows pass her by and out of sight as families around her continue to grow and hers never does. She and her husband have been dreaming of their future with a small family for years, but every time their dreams are crushed she tends to think that maybe they would be better off alone; just the 2 of them. She is getting so emotionally and physically worn down from trying to chase after her maternal dreams, and sometimes feels like she is ready to throw in the towel. However, Anni waits for the last time when she is finally able to receive the medical treatment of IVF she's been desiring. After a torturous 2 week wait and an even more torturous 5 year wait, it's finally her turn.
Let's all pray that Anni really does wait for the last time. C'mon Nemo!
The first 2 weeks of the ride is filled with a lot of ups and a lot of excitement. You are constantly seeing nurses and getting updates on how your body is doing and how well you are responding to medications. Every change to your body is exciting because it means the medications are working and that you are one step closer to reaching your ultimate goal of parenthood. Everything moves so fast paced you don't even really have time to worry or think that it might not work out. I don't know about other women going through this part of the IVF process, but for me during the first two weeks, I felt really confident and full of hope.
However, the last 2 weeks of the ride are a whole different story....
After your embryo transfer, you are left in a 2 week waiting game with no doctor visits and no updates on what is happening inside of your body. You have no nurses encouraging you and telling you that everything is going to work out, and no doctors saying that everything looks great. You feel somewhat abandoned, and suddenly every worry and doubt you could possibly have is amplified to the extreme. Confidence is replaced with skepticism. Excitement is replaced with fear. Peace is replaced with anxiety. Hope is replaced with doubt. Every period symptom cramp and tiny little feeling inside your body feels like a negative sign. You know you are supposed to think positive thoughts, but instead you are trapped in some weird negative limbo, wondering how you will react when you finally do get one of two answers. You almost feel like the game is over before you even really know for sure if it is.
I recently re-acquainted myself with an old song by the incredible Ben Folds. I used to listen to Ben on the regular, but it has probably been a few years since I've pulled him up on my iPod. I was skimming through my iPod a few weeks ago when I was just starting the IVF journey and gasped when I remembered one of his songs I nearly forgot about. This song has always been a favorite of mine, because it's a song about me. However, as I listened to this song for the first time in a few years, it took on a whole new meaning to me. It applies so perfectly to not only my 2 week wait, but the nearly 5 year wait of infertility I have gone through. The fact that the song is about Anni(e) makes it too perfect and sentimental not to share. The song is called Annie Waits.
(Note: For those who don't know, Anni (without an E), has been my nickname since I was kid. Family and close friends call me Anni.)
Press play, it's worth a listen :)
The true meaning of this song in a nutshell is about a girl named Annie who waits and waits for the guy she's in love with who will never fully commit to her, yet she keeps justifying why he's a jerk who is always disappointing her... until one day she's finally had enough and breaks free from him. All the while the narrator of the song is in love with Annie and waits and waits for her, but she never chooses him. It's a sad song :(
I've obviously re-interpreted the song's meaning to this:
Anni (without an E) has been waiting for years and years to have a child, yet despite all of her efforts she has never been able to conceive. In just a few days time she is going to receive a call from a fertility nurse that could possibly change her life and make her the happiest woman in the world. However, a large part of her fears that it will be the same heartbreaking news she's had for the past 5 years. Her biological clock is ticking as she keeps getting older, yet she keeps trying and pushing forward. Shadows pass her by and out of sight as families around her continue to grow and hers never does. She and her husband have been dreaming of their future with a small family for years, but every time their dreams are crushed she tends to think that maybe they would be better off alone; just the 2 of them. She is getting so emotionally and physically worn down from trying to chase after her maternal dreams, and sometimes feels like she is ready to throw in the towel. However, Anni waits for the last time when she is finally able to receive the medical treatment of IVF she's been desiring. After a torturous 2 week wait and an even more torturous 5 year wait, it's finally her turn.
Let's all pray that Anni really does wait for the last time. C'mon Nemo!
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Worth a Shot
Still going strong with progesterone shots! These shots help thicken my uterine lining. Progesterone is necessary for implantation of the fertilized egg in the uterus and for maintaining pregnancy.
Our first progesterone shot was on Thursday, April 21st...same day as the egg retrieval. I was scared to death of making it to this point in IVF with these shots, because the needle is so fat and long. We all know how well I do with needles. Plus, I was panicked having Vance be the one to give me the shots, because....well....he'd never given me a shot with a big ass needle before. That first night of the shot hurt like hell. The actual injection wasn't too bad, but about 10 minutes later, my entire left backside and into my leg started tingling/burning and aching. Between my procedure earlier that day, and my first shot, I could barely move and when I did walk around, I moved like a little old lady.
My second night progesterone shot was even worse. We just got back from the temple, and I had prayed in the temple that I would have the strength to endure these shots that scared me and were causing me pain. After about 5 minutes of me trying to procrastinate the inevitable, Vance finally gave me the shot on my right side. Even with the music we play to keep me calm, and the baby chick decor I look at to make me smile, I could feel the needle going in and it really freaked me out. Almost immediately after, I felt the burn and my right side growing achy. Now both sides of my buttocks were extremely tender.
I laid down on our bed and had a complete meltdown. I couldn't stop sobbing. I could barely move because both sides of my body were so achy and sore, and I couldn't imagine that 48 hours would allow either side to heal soon enough before it was time to give myself a shot again in the same area all over again. And to do/feel this way every day for 2 months! I was being a baby; I knew I was being ridiculous. Many strong and brave women have gone through this, so I should be able to as well. I could do the tummy shots, I could do the vaginal ultrasounds, I could do the egg retrieval, I could do the uncomfortable embryo transfer, I could deal with the tender breasts and the extreme bloating, and I could even handle the constant blood draws and the IV, but these progesterone shots were proving to be the only hurdle I felt like I couldn't and didn't want to handle. I think the entire process of IVF caught up with me that night as I hysterically bawled in my bed. Vance was so sweet and just cuddled me as I cried.
(Note: Can I just say what an amazing husband and support Vance has been through this whole thing? He is so good at giving me my shots, is patient in waiting for me to calm my nerves before he injects mes, and rubs my tender areas afterwards. He thought that giving me shots would freak him out too, but he says that he has been strong because he knows he has to be. I love him so much and don't know what I would do without him.)
Saturday night (April 23) was my 3rd night of these dreadful shots, and my first shot back on the original side. Just as I had suspected, 48 hours later my left side was still sore – and just in time for a long needle full of serum to work its way back into my tender muscles! After a long freak out of not wanting to do it, I finally braved it up long enough for Vance to give me my shot. I laid down and waited for the stinging/aching to kick in, which it did.
Sleeping those first few nights was not easy. I would turn to one side and feel pain, so I would move to the other side, and feel more pain. There was no getting comfortable.
We had our embryo transfer the following Tuesday (April 26) and after it was over, I asked the nurses if it was normal to be in as much pain from the shots as I was in. I knew I would feel a little bit sore and irritated, but this was worse than I had expected. The pain was covering a large majority of my lower back and backside area, and I could barely sit. They asked to see where Vance had been poking me. Vance had been lining the shots up with the top of my (ahem, butt crack), and going out to the side and a little bit above. He had been following where a video we watched said to inject. The nurses said he should actually be going up on my love handle area, which is higher up and out to the side a bit more. They drew circles on my body so that he could see his target area that night.
Ever since Vance has switched injections to the love handle region, the pain has reduced drastically and I can sit and sleep again! It's amazing what a difference I have felt. I am so glad I asked the nurses about this issue instead of just accepting that how I was feeling was probably normal, because it wasn't. The shots Vance gave me the first few days still worked into my system effectively, but now I don't have to be in so much pain afterwards.
I still hate the shots, but ever since we had our embryo transfer, I've been able to handle them. They printed us out a picture of our sweet little day 5 embryo (blastocyst), and also an ultrasound picture of where the embryo landed in my uterus. I stare at those pictures (along with the baby chicks and the music) while Vance gives me my shots, to remind myself of why I am doing this.
Our potential little Nemo is worth a shot. In fact, he/she is worth hundreds of shots! I'll do it today, I'll do it again tomorrow, and I'll do it for years to come if I have to.
Our first progesterone shot was on Thursday, April 21st...same day as the egg retrieval. I was scared to death of making it to this point in IVF with these shots, because the needle is so fat and long. We all know how well I do with needles. Plus, I was panicked having Vance be the one to give me the shots, because....well....he'd never given me a shot with a big ass needle before. That first night of the shot hurt like hell. The actual injection wasn't too bad, but about 10 minutes later, my entire left backside and into my leg started tingling/burning and aching. Between my procedure earlier that day, and my first shot, I could barely move and when I did walk around, I moved like a little old lady.
My second night progesterone shot was even worse. We just got back from the temple, and I had prayed in the temple that I would have the strength to endure these shots that scared me and were causing me pain. After about 5 minutes of me trying to procrastinate the inevitable, Vance finally gave me the shot on my right side. Even with the music we play to keep me calm, and the baby chick decor I look at to make me smile, I could feel the needle going in and it really freaked me out. Almost immediately after, I felt the burn and my right side growing achy. Now both sides of my buttocks were extremely tender.
I laid down on our bed and had a complete meltdown. I couldn't stop sobbing. I could barely move because both sides of my body were so achy and sore, and I couldn't imagine that 48 hours would allow either side to heal soon enough before it was time to give myself a shot again in the same area all over again. And to do/feel this way every day for 2 months! I was being a baby; I knew I was being ridiculous. Many strong and brave women have gone through this, so I should be able to as well. I could do the tummy shots, I could do the vaginal ultrasounds, I could do the egg retrieval, I could do the uncomfortable embryo transfer, I could deal with the tender breasts and the extreme bloating, and I could even handle the constant blood draws and the IV, but these progesterone shots were proving to be the only hurdle I felt like I couldn't and didn't want to handle. I think the entire process of IVF caught up with me that night as I hysterically bawled in my bed. Vance was so sweet and just cuddled me as I cried.
(Note: Can I just say what an amazing husband and support Vance has been through this whole thing? He is so good at giving me my shots, is patient in waiting for me to calm my nerves before he injects mes, and rubs my tender areas afterwards. He thought that giving me shots would freak him out too, but he says that he has been strong because he knows he has to be. I love him so much and don't know what I would do without him.)
Saturday night (April 23) was my 3rd night of these dreadful shots, and my first shot back on the original side. Just as I had suspected, 48 hours later my left side was still sore – and just in time for a long needle full of serum to work its way back into my tender muscles! After a long freak out of not wanting to do it, I finally braved it up long enough for Vance to give me my shot. I laid down and waited for the stinging/aching to kick in, which it did.
Sleeping those first few nights was not easy. I would turn to one side and feel pain, so I would move to the other side, and feel more pain. There was no getting comfortable.
We had our embryo transfer the following Tuesday (April 26) and after it was over, I asked the nurses if it was normal to be in as much pain from the shots as I was in. I knew I would feel a little bit sore and irritated, but this was worse than I had expected. The pain was covering a large majority of my lower back and backside area, and I could barely sit. They asked to see where Vance had been poking me. Vance had been lining the shots up with the top of my (ahem, butt crack), and going out to the side and a little bit above. He had been following where a video we watched said to inject. The nurses said he should actually be going up on my love handle area, which is higher up and out to the side a bit more. They drew circles on my body so that he could see his target area that night.
Ever since Vance has switched injections to the love handle region, the pain has reduced drastically and I can sit and sleep again! It's amazing what a difference I have felt. I am so glad I asked the nurses about this issue instead of just accepting that how I was feeling was probably normal, because it wasn't. The shots Vance gave me the first few days still worked into my system effectively, but now I don't have to be in so much pain afterwards.
I still hate the shots, but ever since we had our embryo transfer, I've been able to handle them. They printed us out a picture of our sweet little day 5 embryo (blastocyst), and also an ultrasound picture of where the embryo landed in my uterus. I stare at those pictures (along with the baby chicks and the music) while Vance gives me my shots, to remind myself of why I am doing this.
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| My happy place as I'm getting poked :) |
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| Red circle indicates where the embryo landed |
Our potential little Nemo is worth a shot. In fact, he/she is worth hundreds of shots! I'll do it today, I'll do it again tomorrow, and I'll do it for years to come if I have to.
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