I’ll just start this entry by saying that I have a very LOW tolerance for pain.
Prior to starting stimulation medications, a baseline scan of your ovaries is necessary. Unfortunately, at mine, they found a decent-sized cyst on my left ovary. This is the same kind of cyst that caused Mama D to have to fly to Denver to get drained back in February (thus, missing her sister’s surprise birthday party!), so I knew that it meant that I’d have to go in for a “quick procedure,” too. I found a doctor here in Kansas City that wouldn’t charge an arm and a leg to do it, and scheduled the procedure for the next morning.
I left home under the assurances from Mama D that the pain would be along the lines of an ear or naval piercing, followed by cramps. Despite being completely NOT EAGER about having this done (seriously, who wants a needle through your vagina and ovary???? Hands? Anyone?), I knew it was necessary for us to do this retrieval. If I didn’t, all of this expensive medication that I had negotiated for would get sucked up by the cyst and not by my little follicles/eggs.
Mama D had to go to work that day and so I went down to Kansas City solo — again, with the assurance that it would be a relatively easy procedure.
It started just like any other OBGYN appointment. The doctor came in and explained what would happen — a vaginal ultrasound to confirm the presence of the cyst followed by a needle that would then be inserted through the vagina and into my ovary to drain the cyst. A big part missing from her explanation was any mention of anesthesia.
“Oh,” she said, “that’s because we don’t use anesthesia here because it takes too long.”
At this point, I was facing either bad pain or a canceled cycle. I decided that the canceled cycle would be worse than the pain in my lady parts.
The draining itself went as expected — the pain was just like Mama D had described. The only difference was that the pain didn’t go away, the cramping in my abdomen was like a charley horse in your behind (seriously, the pain in my rear made me think that this doctor had stabbed me through and through), and, as I laid there waiting for the pain to subside, I was bleeding…….so much so that the doctor and nurse had to sit there with multiple rags trying to sop it up. I have no idea how much it was in the end, but I imagine that it looked like a crime scene down there. The doctor assured me that this happened sometimes and that it was nothing to worry about.
After about 15 minutes, the nurse asked me if I wanted to go to the restroom to clean up. Instead of having me get completely dressed, just to dart across the hallway into the bathroom, she peeked out into the hall and let me run across really quick —– in my t-shirt, flip flops, and a little paper dressing covering my lady parts.
As I sat there in the bathroom, the cramps got the better of me. I started shaking and getting light headed. All I could think was:
OMG – I cannot pass out in the bathroom with no pants on!
I mustered up the strength to get to the door, open it, and start to walk across the hall……and that was about as far as I got. The next thing I knew, I was laying on the cold floor of a medical room, half naked, with a nurse holding my legs up over her shoulder, another shoving a small desk fan in my face, and the doctor holding a paper bag over my mouth and telling me to breath.
This definitely wasn’t how I imagined this experience going. The only things I could mutter enough strength to say were “Someone call my wife to make her feel bad about not coming to this appointment with me” and a half-apology to the nurse holding my feet because half of my ass was hanging out of this makeshift toga. Eventually, I was well enough to leave the office — thanks to some friends that came to pick me up. Mama D was still in school and, although I gave her a guilt trip about it later, I knew that missing more classes would hurt her in the end.
After the cyst draining, my retrieval was pretty much by the book — with the exception of some odd abdominal bruising, continued cramping in my behind (seriously, I have no clue where that came from), and apparently my body decided to let my intestines descend throughout the week of stimulation medications.
In the end, our doctor was able to retrieve 7 eggs from me. From those 7 eggs, 4 of them grew normally to Day 5 and were frozen and sent off for chromosome testing. Hoping that our little kiddos are somewhere in that 4!!!