Today was my final ultrasound and blood test to confirm that my body is responding properly to the Estradiol. I had Billy attend this appointment with me because if all goes well, we will begin shots. During the ultrasound the measurement of my lining was 10 CM and you have to be at more than 7 CM from everything I read. My ovaries didn’t show any signs of cysts and the doctor was fairly confident that my blood work would come back fine.
We were ecstatic over the news, we had to text Sara before I put my clothes back on. In only 5 days I would be going in for the embryo transfer, the day that we had been waiting for. After the appointment we sat down with the nurse to learn about the shots and set up our transfer appointment.
I am headed in at 10 am on Monday where I will be given a valium and they will do the quick procedure. The only part that I am not looking forward to are these shots I have to give myself in my upper hip/butt muscles.
Since this would be hard for me to reach, I will need Billy’s help, and I hope he can handle this. Each time our kids have had stitches or a very bad cut, Billy is great in the moment and as soon as they are with the doctor to take care of them, he starts to fade. I recall one time where our daughter was 2 years old and hit her head on her night stand, leaving a gaping gash in her forehead. We rushed her to the Emergency room for stitches. As soon as we got into the room and she was in good hands, Billy sat down and went white as a ghost. The doctor noticed, called for the nurse and asked to get a gurney. The next thing I knew, Billy was being wheeled away on the gurney to make sure he was okay. This was our first child and first real accident and here I was standing there alone wondering how I was going to do this without him. I know, lame right? The strange thing is that there is something about watching your kid in pain that creates an enormous amount of courage and bravery in order to help them. After 1 doctor, 2 nurses, a straight jacket and board, 1 set of internal and 1 set of external stitches later we found Billy in the next room making a full recovery.
I recall the time we remodeled our bathroom cabinets and mirrors and Billy cut his arm on a shard of glass. Once he saw the gash, knowing he needed stitches he went white as a ghost and had to lay down until he felt better. Other than that, my husband is a badass, he just can’t handle the sight of blood from a wound.
So you see my dilemma? I wasn’t really sure Billy could handle the injections and once we heard back on my lab results it would be go time. As luck would have it, earlier today I received the news that my blood work looked perfect and we could go ahead and start the shots. I wasn’t sure what to think, one the one had I was jumping up and down for joy, and on the other, I was freaking out about the shots and if Billy could actually do this. Who would I call if he couldn’t?
By the time we settled in for the evening, I grabbed the ice pack and read for 20 minutes while my right hip was becoming numb. I wanted to be very sure that I wouldn’t feel the shot, although I don’t really mind them. There is something to be said for having to give yourself shots-it is freaky. After I was good and numb, I laid across the bed so that Billy could give me the shot. I laid there for what seemed like forever wondering if he was having second thoughts about having to administer the shot himself, and finally asked if he as ready yet, he said that he just finished. It is an oil based injection so you have to administer it slowly and because I was so numb, I didn’t feel anything, not even a quick poke, pressure or removal. Odd right? The only weird thing is that it bleed a bit, did we hit a vein? I am sitting here rubbing my butt so that the medicine will not create a knot in my muscle. Off to bed, I will report back on the soreness this week.