Hi everyone. Hope you all had a fantastic weekend.
After complaining about my current consultant, l was told that l couldn’t get my original consultant back because she had a hectic schedule and besides, it is the NHS; there were not a lot of resources available. It was turning out to be a nightmare and l was extremely stressed. To make matters worse, my cyst pain came back in full force. Obviously, the injections are meant to stimulate my ovaries to produce follicles and since the cyst is on my left ovary…….. That was why it is usually recommended to remove any large endometriomas before embarking on fertility treatments.
I couldn’t sleep on my left side anymore. Infact, l could hardly sleep anymore. I had to resort to using an old friend-paracetamol -to cope with the pain. I went in for another scan a couple of days later and found out that the consultant had been changed! I began to feel better. This new consultant(another man and the 3rd doctor so far) was really nice and compassionate. He was quite gentle during the transvaginal scan but had another shocker for me as well. My follicles were growing very well-ironically, the ones on my left ovary were bigger than those on my right- but he discovered that my left ovary was not really accessible because of the cyst and might constitute a problem during the egg collection stage. Once again, l was floored. How come this wasn’t mentioned during my earlier scans? Why wasn’t this problem anticipated and the cyst aspirated before IVF? To be honest, l had lost confidence in the hospital at this stage. There were just too many mistakes and not enough answers.
By now, the ovary stimulation stage was almost at an end after 2 weeks and l was lectured on how to use a hormone injection which will mature and release the eggs and must be used 34-38 hours before the eggs were collected. I had taken time off work to prepare for this stage. I took the injection @12 midnight on a Saturday and had nothing to eat from 12 midnight the following Sunday because the egg collection was on a Monday. We got to the hospital bright and early and my hubby went off to produce his sperm sample to be used for fertilisation. I was wheeled into theatre for the egg collection and it was all over in an hour or so. I had sent my hubby on some errands so he wasn’t available when l came to in the recovery unit. I was transferred to another room where other IVF patients were, the only privacy we had were curtains demarcating the cubicles but one could still hear through them.
What happened afterwards was so surreal but l could still remember it as if it were yesterday. I could hear a doctor telling a patient in the next cubicle that 8 eggs were collected. I remember thanking God for her and thinking l would be happy with just 4. Then the doctor came into my cubicle and glanced at her notes. I remember looking at her face and thinking that something was not right. Maybe it was because she hestitated, maybe it was because she then asked for my hubby and suggested we wait for him. I just knew there was something wrong and l could just feel hot tears burning in my eyes. She went away then and l tried calling my hubby on the phone but it kept going to voicemail. The doctor came back again after about 20 minutes and asked for my hubby again. I told her he was on his way and she can just go ahead and tell me the news. She started by apologising and said there was NO eggs collected. I had 7 follicles; they could only retrieve 3 and they were EMPTY sacs. I honestly couldn’t remember much after that. My memory of that day was perfect up until that terrible moment. I vaguely remember my hubby walking in a few minutes later and the next thing l knew, l was lying down in my own bed at home. My hubby told me much later that l didn’t say anything; l just kept crying. It was fortunate my parents were in London for the summer then though staying with my sibling; my hubby was so scared that he went to pick them up to come talk to me.
Anyway, that was my lVF experience. There were a lot more that happened afterwards but they are just too painful to bring up. All l can say is God was there despite everything and my hubby and l came out of that experience stronger and better than ever. We give God all the glory. We had a followup appointment at the hospital where the consultant attempted to answer all our questions but honestly at that point, l was past caring. I only became irritable when he (consultant) kept trying to convince us to try donor eggs which of course cost quite a tidy sum of money(£12,000). I knew then that l wouldn’t be able to control my words and actions so l told my hubby we had to leave. I started acupuncture soon afterwards and because my acupuncturist has been referred by top lVF specialists in London, he is extremely knowledgeable about fertility treatment and was appalled by the level of treatment l received. He said that there are blood tests that can be done to find out if eggs are actually growing in the follicles and of course, the cyst should have been removed.
Thanks for reading.