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If you have been following my previous posts, I am continuing with a description of how J.O., my son, came into my life.  Read my previous posts to review the story from the beginning.

We had one month to wait. Then the doctor was going to do an ultra sound to see how the embryos are doing. Waiting, waiting and more waiting.

So now all we had to do was wait. A whole month. Just wait. I know I had four embryos inside. I prayed that one survived. I will be honest I prayed that more than one survived. This was my last chance. I thought I could handle multiples. One would be nice. Two would be great. Three was causing a little anxiety, but others do it. Why couldn’t I? Now four sounded frightening, but that was a risk I had to take.

I had so many thoughts and emotions during this time. First of all I just couldn’t believe the fact that I was actually pregnant. I was so excited.  Just like the saying, I wanted to shout the news from the roof tops. But then I was very cautious. I didn’t want to get too happy because what if the embryos didn’t make it. It is like you want to be happy and celebrate, but then you hold back that feeling because you don’t want to hex it or have the feeling of disappointment. During this whole process there were only a few people who knew about the IVF process or that I was pregnant. My parents. My sister and her family. Two of my husband’s brothers. Everyone was holding their breath. Waiting.

Thirty days are a long time and seemed like forever. I was feeling fine and didn’t have any symptoms of being pregnant. No morning sickness. One day after about three weeks I was working at my husband’s company. I had been rearranging some inventory when I felt a pain in my lower stomach. I immediately started to panic. Did I move in the wrong way and it was just a muscle ache? No it felt more like a cramp. Something was happening and I suspect I was losing the babies. I started to panic and to cry. This was our only chance. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I wanted a baby so bad. One baby or multiple babies, I had envisioned what our life would be like.  The topic of losing all of the babies was not talked about, not even with my husband.

But now none of this was coming true. Not multiple babies. Not one baby. When the cramping started I laid down on a box. My husband found me there. I told him what was happening. He said the inventory was not important and he said shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place.  Why do men respond in anger in moments like this?  He took me home so that I could rest. At first I didn’t want to move. I was afraid if I stood up it would make the situation worse. Like gravity had something to do with it, which was a silly thought. Shortly soon after, the cramping stopped. I had mixed feelings about this because did this mean it’s over. The babies are gone. Or did it mean I was ok and the babies are ok.

So I went home and basically stayed in bed for the last week. Laying in bed made it even worse.  All I really could do is think.  Worrying about the babies and waiting.  And more waiting.

If you have been following my previous posts, I am continuing with a description of how J.O., my son, came into my life.  Read my previous posts to review the story from the beginning.

At this point we are at the first pinnacle of the IVF process, which was the fertilization stage.   Fertilization in the IVF process can be done in a number of ways, but in our case the lab technician put viable sperm into the lab dish containing the viable eggs.  The resulting embryos are allowed to grow and divide in the laboratory for about two days, which is sometimes referred to as incubation. 

Then we hit another mile stone in the IVF process, which is the transfer of the embryos from the lab dish to the uterus.  The number transferred depends on the age of the woman, the quality of the embryos, and the success rates of the clinic. More embryos can mean a better probability of success.  On the other hand, multiple embryos transferred also increases the risk of having a multiple pregnancy. Any then multiple pregnancy comes with increased risk of miscarriages, premature labor and premature birth.  It is also true that if there is more than one baby high blood pressure and gestational diabetes are more common.

In our case the specialist transferred four embryos into my uterus. It was not our decision.  The specialist made the decision.  He explained that we wanted to choose the healthiest embryos which were the four that were implanted.  It was at that moment that the thought of having multiple babies became very real to me.  I wanted a baby.  I knew that IVF could result in multiple babies, but the reality of that did not really hit me until I was pregnant with the four embryos.  I now realized I could have “babies.”

More to come later . . .