D-day yet again…or should I say F-day as it’s the day we get our fertilisation report. I’m awake early, unable to sleep in anticipation of the news we are yet to receive. I try to keep busy, making tea and coffee and breakfast but even still I’m checking my emails every few minutes for an update.
By 10:30am we decide we need to get out of the house, we’re both going crazy with the stress of waiting for an update. We opt to head back to the Gaslamp Quarter as I’ve got my heart set of some yellow (bumble coloured) slippers to ward off the cold of these tile floors. Just as we’re about to hop into the car a text from a DEIVF-experienced friend arrives hoping we’ve received good news this morning. It’s just before 11am, should we have received news by now? Thinking back to our other cycles it’s seems that we should have, that can only mean bad news right? Or maybe not because we received early news in our other cycles and THEY were bad. My panic shifts into overdrive. Emails are checked nearly every minute as we cruise down the freeway. Why aren’t they emailing us?!? Should I have opted for a phone call? Do they prioritise the calls first then get to those who have selected to receive their news via email?
I think I’m officially nuts, but looking over at my husband I see the stress written all over his face too. It’s a quiet car ride, no talking, no music, neither of us can bear it. We clutch each other’s hands and steal frantic yet supportive glances at each other. Then we reach our destination. I check emails again but the number in my inbox hasn’t increased. “Refresh! Refresh!” says hubs urgently…and there it is. ‘Day 1 update.’ My stomach drops out as I open the email, I think I am going to be sick. “Yesterday we retrieved 27 eggs. Of those, 27 eggs were mature” (YES! Our little eggy lagging behind caught up!)…yada yada yada…..”We inseminated 27 mature eggs yesterday and today 24 have fertilised”
Twenty-four! Oh my god, that’s amazing! That’s an 88% fertilisation rate. I’m stunned. WE’RE stunned. I feel a sense of relief. I’m smiling yet kind of numb. Then a minute or so later it actually sinks in. We have 24 embryos. I feel the tears start to stream down my face and look over at my husband to see the tears in his eyes too. A text to our friend in San Diego who had messaged earlier and soon she has tears welling in her eyes also. We’re both shaking and I feel some of the stress leave my body. There’s still a fair bit of tension there, we’ve still a long way to go, but we’ve crossed a major hurdle. Now to hope that our potential little Bumbles develop normally, survive their PGS testing, and make it to transfer/cryopreservation.