Embryo Transfer

Embryo transfer day is nothing compared to egg collection.

I was woken up by the embryologist calling me to tell me that we had one beautiful blastocyst that they were going to transfer.

I pottered around the house, I took a selfie and I sent it to my friends going “this girl is going to get knocked up today”. I ended up sorting a bag to take with me to the hospital before going to pick my mum up and headed off to the hospital.

They say laughter within the first 15 to 30 minutes of having an embryo transferred has a higher rate of successful implantation. Well I laughed so much on the way there too!

Mum and I were joking that the three potential embryos to be frozen would be named Elsa, Anna and Olaf. The one inside me has not been named. Randomly we got talking about Oscar Pistorius and my mum came out with the cracker of “do you think they let him keep his feet in prison?”. I have not laughed that much in a long time, I was crying with laughing.

We get to the hospital and I leave mum in the car and head in to the hospital but not before joking that it’s not everyday that your accompany your daughter to be knocked up.

I was met by one of the lovely the nurses who was helping to look after me when I had my egg collection, she came in and she went through the paperwork that she was giving me, including a pregnancy test, and she was like “we tell you what to do if it’s if it’s positive this is what it is if it’s negative this is the bit but we’re not talking about that bit all about positivity”. She then proceeded to tell me that to change into the gown and….”you can leave you bra on but take your knickers off”…best chat up line I’ve heard in an age! haha!

The consultant came to get me I was taken into the room with this sexy bondage bed that I’ve described in the last entry, this time I’m there was only a nurse in with me too and the bed was facing the hatch where the embryologist was.

I had taken my phone with me as at my clinic they don’t give you a photo of your embry, or of your lining of where they’ve been put it back in, but some clinics do.

I remembered to ask for my video from the embryoscope and I also asked how my other eggs were doing. They said that they would definitely leaving one until day 6 and then ring me to confirm whether or not they would be able to freeze it but it depended on the grade of it. Unfortunately two others weren’t good.

I’m on the bed, legs are both in the sexy bondage style stirrups and the poor consultant is having a nightmare trying to find my cervix. I know that my cervix can be a bit of a pain due to all the smears I’ve had in the past, plus the endometriosis and and the lletz treatment for CIN3.

Consultant asks for a longer speculum, so the Nurse goes to get a longer speculum and we were still having issues. In the end they ended up raising up the bed so the consultant wasn’t bending down as much and could get a better view! Still didn’t happen! Then in the end they ended up tilting the bed so my head was down and literally my fanny was up in the air…!!!

Look, by this point if this is what it takes to get my embryo back inside and impregnate me then that’s all that matters. The nurse kept rubbing my arm and asked if I was alright and I stayed calm throughout it all. The consultant said that she was glad that I stayed calm. I can imagine that some people, especially those that do not like having smears for instance, would have potentially got a bit antsy.

Anyway little embryo popped on the screen before it was whooshed inside me to sit in my womb and hopefully decide it’s nice and warm and wants to implant itself for the next 9 months.

All done off the bed, change to go home literally that is it!

Obviously we went to McDonald’s afterwards, it is is the unwritten rule that you have a embryo transfer and then you go and have some McDonald’s fries. I have not had a full McDonald’s in five and a half years yet I broke it. If it helps this embryo baby stick. Then I’d eat once a week if it needed.

I told my mum that would only got one embryo that’s been left to see whether or not it could freeze. Mum said we should call it Elsa I said no, we’ve had to “let her go”. So we decided that we were nickname the potential frozen embryo Olaf.

The day after I got an update to tell me the Olaf and melted and didn’t make it. She told me to remain positive that the embryo wouldn’t have survived the thaw if we have frozen, and not only that that I have a beautiful little embryo inside me and we just have to keep all of our fingers crossed.