Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I have been looking back on 2014. I had my students write about three things they were thankful for this past year. As they wrote, I mused. It was challenging to chose just three. I am so blessed, and though this year has had some ups and downs, I am grateful for ever step.
I am thankful for my husband, Donny. He has held my hand for every IUI. When they failed and I fell apart he held me. We have the same goofy, child-like sense of humor and have kept each other laughing. I am beyond grateful that God protected him during the rough blood sugar low. He is my hero. Thank goodness he could give me those icky injections!
I appreciate Alabama Fertility Specialists. Dr. Steinkampf has made solid, professional decisions in my treatment. I have never doubted his leading. Karen has been my fairy godmother, always bubbly and welcoming, a listening ear, and usually the one who performed each IUI. Leslie, the sweet smiling face behind the front desk who bravely delivered so many bad reports to me month after month. I could not do her job!
Finally, I am thankful for my baby. That's right friends! Today we heard the most wonderful news! We are pregnant! I was so nervous today before the appointment - terrified that the injections, our big guns, had failed. I'd been hurting more this cycle. This past week my lower abdomen and back had been hurting, sometimes sharp pains, other times a dull ache. The girls have been sore too. I tried to explain it all as injection side effects. By the time I got to the doctor's office I was shaking, I was so nervous. We had our normal visit - talk with Dr. Steinkampf, have blood drawn, and wait.
As we were leaving, Karen called down the hall, "Leigh! When we give you your positive, can we take Hawk's vest off and love on him?" That made me laugh. It turns out that she was right. About an hour and a half later I answered my phone and heard Karen on the other end. I instantly felt hope. Karen has never called to report my results before.
" Hi Leigh! Tell Hawk to get ready! Your whole fan club is here in the office to give you the news. You are so pregnant!"
All I could do was say, "really?", cry happy tears, and hug Donny. I could hear cheers in the background. What an amazing Thanksgiving! God is so good! Praise His name! His timing is perfect!
Monday, November 24, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Shots, it had to be shots!
Everyone knows that scene in Indiana Jones. The daring hero who faces soldiers without fear stares in horror at a snake. Needles are my snakes. I've gotten better about having blood drawn thanks to our RE visits. They want blood almost every time I step through the door. I used to shake when a nurse came up with a syringe, now I just look the other way, take deep breaths and count - one, one thousand, two, one thousand, three, one thousand. This cycle was a new challenge. Since Clomid turned out to be a failure for me, we moved to ultrasound monitoring and injections.
On day two of my cycle I went in for a baseline ultrasound to check my ovaries and ensure there were no cysts. These ultrasounds are not the gel-on-the-belly knees you see on movies. Instead it is internal. Pretty uncomfortable on cycle day two! When that probe is pushing into you achy ovary you want to kick the operator. It's like when you've got a nasty bruise and someone keeps poking it. Even though it felt like something had to be wrong with my poor sore ovaries, Karen said I was good to start the new regimen.
Donny and I drove to Southern Pharmaceuticals in Irondale to pick up the injections and supplies. Then it started to become real. I was carrying a bag with alcohol prep swabs, a follistim injection pen, needles, follistim cartridge, pregnly, and a sharps disposal container. Sunday evening I put together the pen, dialed up up the correct dose, swabbed my stomach to the right of my belly button, and grasped the pen. I was determined to administer the shot myself, but as I stared at the needles my resolve wavered. I changed my grip, steeling myself. And I couldn't do it! I walked into the living room, handed the pen to Donny, and had him give the injection. Then, because I'd worked myself up, I burst into tears.
I didn't try again. Donny gave me the shot every night: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Then Friday morning I went in for a follow-up ultrasound. Karen said I'd responded beautifully to the injections. I watched as she measured the follicles on the ultrasound screen, placing little plus-shaped cursors at the top, bottom, and sides of the follicles. She said they want the follicles to measure 1.6 centimeters and mine ranged from 1.2 - 1.4 cm. Karen said one more follistim injection should put them at exactly the right size. She didn't tell me how many follicles she saw, but I counted six as she measured. She instructed that we do a follistim shot Friday night, the trigger shot of Pregnyl on Saturday night. Our sixth IUI was scheduled for Monday. Only two more shots! The end was in sight! The trigger shot was the worst of the set. There was so much more medicine in that dose, Donny had to go more slowly. I ended up with a big bruise from that one, nasty red and purple.
This morning we went in for the IUI. Those have become old hat by now. I know exactly what to expect. This time, I was surprised by the discomfort level. I guess things in there are more inflamed then I realized. Things that are normally mildly uncomfortable hurt. The speculum made me have to controlled breathe and mentally coach myself through. I have to admit I teared up once Karen was out of the room. Donny grabbed my hand and prayed as I lay there on the table. He is my coach, my nurse, my cheerleader, my leader, and my love. I can't imagine doing this without him.
I want to be positive about this cycle, but I'm having trouble. Five previous negatives make it hard to get excited. Donny is the one who is staying positive for both of us. It does help that I was able to actually see the follicles. The last cycles we had blood work and ovulation test kit results that said I was ovulating, now I know I am. Now we pray and wait.
On day two of my cycle I went in for a baseline ultrasound to check my ovaries and ensure there were no cysts. These ultrasounds are not the gel-on-the-belly knees you see on movies. Instead it is internal. Pretty uncomfortable on cycle day two! When that probe is pushing into you achy ovary you want to kick the operator. It's like when you've got a nasty bruise and someone keeps poking it. Even though it felt like something had to be wrong with my poor sore ovaries, Karen said I was good to start the new regimen.
Donny and I drove to Southern Pharmaceuticals in Irondale to pick up the injections and supplies. Then it started to become real. I was carrying a bag with alcohol prep swabs, a follistim injection pen, needles, follistim cartridge, pregnly, and a sharps disposal container. Sunday evening I put together the pen, dialed up up the correct dose, swabbed my stomach to the right of my belly button, and grasped the pen. I was determined to administer the shot myself, but as I stared at the needles my resolve wavered. I changed my grip, steeling myself. And I couldn't do it! I walked into the living room, handed the pen to Donny, and had him give the injection. Then, because I'd worked myself up, I burst into tears.
I didn't try again. Donny gave me the shot every night: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Then Friday morning I went in for a follow-up ultrasound. Karen said I'd responded beautifully to the injections. I watched as she measured the follicles on the ultrasound screen, placing little plus-shaped cursors at the top, bottom, and sides of the follicles. She said they want the follicles to measure 1.6 centimeters and mine ranged from 1.2 - 1.4 cm. Karen said one more follistim injection should put them at exactly the right size. She didn't tell me how many follicles she saw, but I counted six as she measured. She instructed that we do a follistim shot Friday night, the trigger shot of Pregnyl on Saturday night. Our sixth IUI was scheduled for Monday. Only two more shots! The end was in sight! The trigger shot was the worst of the set. There was so much more medicine in that dose, Donny had to go more slowly. I ended up with a big bruise from that one, nasty red and purple.
This morning we went in for the IUI. Those have become old hat by now. I know exactly what to expect. This time, I was surprised by the discomfort level. I guess things in there are more inflamed then I realized. Things that are normally mildly uncomfortable hurt. The speculum made me have to controlled breathe and mentally coach myself through. I have to admit I teared up once Karen was out of the room. Donny grabbed my hand and prayed as I lay there on the table. He is my coach, my nurse, my cheerleader, my leader, and my love. I can't imagine doing this without him.
I want to be positive about this cycle, but I'm having trouble. Five previous negatives make it hard to get excited. Donny is the one who is staying positive for both of us. It does help that I was able to actually see the follicles. The last cycles we had blood work and ovulation test kit results that said I was ovulating, now I know I am. Now we pray and wait.
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