Today was egg-freezing day. Surprisingly, I managed to sleep relatively well last night. I got up and finished all the last little things that I needed to do – pack the bag, find paracetamol, etc. I had to take clean underwear and socks (not sure why they say bring socks but whatever), all the old medication and syringe bin, and some biscuits.
I arrived to the clinic a bit too early and was taken to a curtained up space in a big recovery room. I could hear other patients and their partners, and they could hear me. I don’t know why I’d imagined being in my own room, but it was still OK. I was told to take all my clothes off and put a gown on, and the nurse helped me to tie it up (because I was alone and it’s too tricky hahaha). There was a whole discussion of some medication that my mother thinks I am allergic to, but I didn’t know what it was called in English… Had to google that one.
After this, a nice nurse came with a tray and two huge pill-looking things, and informed me that one was antibiotics and the other was a pain killer, and that I was to… ahem, shove them up my bum. Yeah. I was as shocked as you! I was led to the toilets and told that if I needed any help they can do it hahaha. OK, so the first one I dealt with ok, but the second one I just could not unwrap… Had to go back and ask them to do it for me (just the unwrapping part – still embarrassing enough). Then I was ready to go, and just waited around on the bed. A nice anaesthetist came in and shoved a tube into my arm in preparation for drugs to be put through it.
Oh, my piercing. So remember how you can’t wear jewellery during this surgery? Well, I have a belly button piercing and was worried about removing it for too long. I asked the nurse what to do and she said she’d come and put a plaster on it. Of course in the excitement of shoving things up my bum, I completely forgot to remind her to do it and thus went through everything with the piercing still on…
Anyway, finally, I was led to another room where the operation was to take place. Someone came in and asked me to confirm all my details, and they tied my legs up in the right position (imagine visiting the gynaecologist, but with your legs tied up on either side). Then they put an oxygen mask on my face and let the drugs flow. I fell asleep immediately. I vaguely remember being put on a wheelchair and back on the bed, where I think I napped for a bit. When I woke up, I thought I was wide awake, but as you can see from the video that I filmed, one eye was struggling to open up and I was a little confused. Then I tried to sleep more but couldn’t, so I filmed a bit more. And then again. So I made some lovely films of myself in bed, feeling quite amazed that I’m feeling OK.
After a while they gave me coffee and biscuits, and then once I managed to pee all by myself (in the toilet, of course!), and didn’t see any sign of bleeding, they discharged me. I was ready to go home! Oh and the most important part – a nurse came with all the paperwork and let me know how many eggs they got – 9 eggs were good for freezing. I’m very happy with that number! Hooray!!! Relief all around.
So as I was saying, I was ready to go home. Went upstairs to wait for my mate and she came to get me. I was feeling very awake, more than I’ve ever felt in my life, which is quite weird. We took a taxi to my house, and on the way there I felt quite sick (maybe because of the drive). When we got here we had some water and tea, and then went to meet another friend and have coffee and some food. So I even went out after the surgery! Felt a little weak at times, and my stomach had some cramps, but nothing too serious so didn’t even take paracetamol. Hooray!
Later I tried to sleep and rest in bed, but I don’t know why – been feeling really awake so haven’t been able to sleep. Too much eggcitement I suppose! Now it’s quite late at night and I’m working tomorrow, so I think I should really try to get some rest. I can’t believe it’s over. It feels strange and a little sad in a way – like the little guys are gone… Weird. I don’t know what I’ll do every night now that I don’t have to inject. And what will I think about now that I don’t have to worry about them getting big and strong. Also, having 9 eggs is great, but is that a good enough number? I don’t know! But I certainly can’t afford to do this again… So it’ll have to do. Anyway, I’ll think more about this later. I’m glad that I still have the blog, as it kind of keeps the process going in a way. It’s been so strange to think about eggs and kids and babies and life for the last two weeks, and I guess I’m still a bit emotional from the hormones, so I feel some sadness along with my happiness. Anyway, I shall be signing off for now. Might do a few more factual posts with dry information (though some might argue that the entire blog has been dry and factual), but that’s it from me. The process is done. Finished. Me and my eggs have done it. And I’m quite proud of us.
Here is a video of the day – enjoy!
Me and my eggs 