Back in the game

I’m finding it really hard to fit in blog posts between other stuff, so i’ll keep it short.

We’re back on it, with *fingers crossed* a cycle in July, on a different protocol (short, this time – Fostimon and Cetrotide with no down reg.)

I think the way the information was communicated to us last week (“we’re cancelling your cycle, your recipient will get a new donor”) was a little harsh, and in hindsight, our blind panic and shock was justified.  It all makes a lot more sense to us now we’ve spoken to the Dr, about why attempt one didn’t work, and why we need to move forward on a different protocol.

We’re still missing a recipient, but Dr didn’t seem bothered by this, I got the impression there is a bit of a waiting list for donors so we should have replacement leg for our tripod soon.

In other news – we’ve been searching for a new home since we got married (in October!) and have had loads of difficulty due to having the two little dogs in our family, we’ve been rejected from lots of properties.  We really wanted to move to the other side of Manchester to be nearer to Bec’s friends and family who are all based in one small cluster in time for starting a family – well we found and were accepted for a house on Saturday, perfect location, lovely house!  Somewhere I’ll be happy to have our little baby!

Relieved!

It’s not over til it’s over

I’m quite glad I posted on Tuesday, as it all changes so fast, so quick.

I kept hearing about how IVF is a long and emotional, traumatic journey.  I have to admit I wondered at times what it was all about.  We talked a lot about how we would deal with our first potential trauma; a negative pregnancy test?  Right?

No.  It came yesterday in the form of a phone call telling us to stop everything; our cycle is cancelled.

I mentioned previously that Bec had a blood test to check her hormone levels, and subsequently had to continue the first phase of her meds for longer? Well she went back for another blood test, the meds have hardly touched her hormones, they’re supposed to have switched them off completely – her body’s barely registered that she’s taking them.

So our egg recipient has been ‘released’ from us back to the waiting list to wait for someone else to donate their eggs to us, and we’re scratching our heads, wondering what next?

The nurse on the phone told Bec not to worry, that they could look in to alternatives – despite this I’m still worried.  We have an appointment tomorrow, so will know more then.

Yesterday was a shock.  It will come as no surprise to you that I was so far mentally in to this process that I’m surprised I haven’t started phantom pregnancy symptoms.  Today is much better, we’re back in limbo, which isn’t the worst place to be.  Tomorrow, hopefully we get some answers.  Perhaps even better – a plan!  I do so love a plan.  I hope they have one of those for us.

The egg babies who live in Manchester

It’s a shame that while all of this is going on, the ‘main bit’ (the medicating, jabbing, emotional roller coaster) I am also slap bang in the most busy and stressful time at work, so unable to spend time sitting and pondering, and most importantly writing, about the whole process.  I’m also way behind on reading blogs, can’t wait to catch up in July when it will all calm down!

I need to keep this wee diary up to date though!!  Quick fire blog:

It’s going well.  My poor wife’s tummy is covered in nasty looking red/purple bruises from the injections, and last night, for the first time, she almost forgot to inject, but got there in time in the end.

We had a taste of what it’s like to be Mums (I know that all the ‘real’ Mums out there will roll their eyes at us for this.)  We have two lovely little Bichon Frise dogs who we adopted as adults in December (aged 5 & 7) and who have come to us with a whole range of psychological issues – separation anxiety and avoidance respectively.  They have seriously turned our world and our hearts upside down.  Elsie has been having seizures recently, not severe ones, she looks more like she has the shakes when it happens, but it’s started happening every other day.  Vets haven’t been able to find anything so far, so yesterday she went in for a scan and X-ray under general anaesthetic.  On two levels our hearts were broken, leaving her there in their hands for a whole day, knowing she would fret, and have to go through a GA and wake up alone, and also leaving our super anxious Polly at home on her own for the first time ever.  I couldn’t bear it.  I tried really hard not to cry – but when you think of your little babies scared and alone, and you can’t do anything … god help us when we have actual babies.

Anyway – back to baby making … Bec went for a blood test on Friday to check she was on course for starting the stimulation meds the same day – it came as no surprise to me that her oestrogen levels haven’t been suppressed enough yet by the ‘down reg’ meds – Bec has some seriously fierce hormones coursing through her veins.  We knew that, already.  So – she was ordered to continue the down reg for another 4 days, and is back in tomorrow for another test and hopefully, the go ahead to start stimming.  So we’re ever so slightly off track on the timeline, BUT this is a good thing, as we have flights booked to go see our beautiful niece next weekend.  On the old schedule we wouldn’t have been able to go – on this new delayed schedule, we might – if the dates line up for us (i.e. if she doesn’t need to be in hospital for scans, bloods or egg collection over that weekend!)

In my less impressive and less important med news – I started the oestrogen patches (which are supposed to help boost the endometrial lining) – supposed to be on two patches to be changed every 4 days.  Day 1, one of the patches fell off, day 2, they both fell off, day 3 I was wrapped in surgical tape and they were still peeling off.  I’ve now been transferred to tablets.

We’re ‘egging’ the egg babies on on a daily basis (by way of talking at Becs tummy, cheering them on) and we’re finding it really strange that potentially, our entire future family (if we’re lucky and get left over frozen embryo’s for Bec to carry in the future) is currently living in Bec’s tummy, in our house, in our street, in our Manchester!  They’re here with us!

Come on egg babies! You can do it!