There is a reason doctors should do one thing at a time, not go in with guns blazing and attack every possible angle. All it takes is for one thing to be wrong and upset the whole apple cart. Correct that one thing and you should have the winning formula.
Its been a while since my last blog about this because nothing has happened. We went to Zimbabwe, and my stress levels were through the roof, we came back from Zimbabwe, I left the missions organisation and life returned to a beautiful synchronised dance. A Ballet I would say, something with uplifting music like the Nut Cracker. Calm and peaceful and right and optimistic. I feel like I have never been this content. This change we made has worked for me.
After an extraordinarily long cycle, we finally reached day 12 of the next one and went off to the clinic to see the good doctor V. The internal scans showed a beautiful 9.6 mm thick lining, (the pre L'scope lining was 5.7 mm) a large helathy follicle developed on the left side also bigger than the one I saw previously. The doctor asked us to come back the nexday for the Poist Coital test, a day earlier than anticipated but Dr felt that things were progressing a bit faster than I had expected. I left feeling wildly optimistic. Like this was the best news ever.
The next day was a Saturday, and we found ourselves in the waiting room at 7:30 am, just as the doctor was going off to do 5 aspirations and embryo transplantations (IVF Lingo for remove eggs, and put fertilised eggs back). So we took ourselves for breakfast at the Mugg & Bean down the road wildly expectant and hopeful.
Back in the consulting rooms after breakfast, and we are seeing one of the other partners who is on duty the weekend. He took the smear and checked in the microscope. Hubby and I gingerly swapping from one leg to another, waiting for comment. It seemed to take ages before he said "It looks to me like a sperm graveyard" my heart sank, "but, there are some who have survived, and are well formed and those Mcguivers can get you pregant". I had a look in the microscope... many many dead... but I see 3 alive and swimming in my view.
So... the mucous is no longer hostile. I feel giddy with excitement. It only takes one of those active swimmers to get you pregnant and they have bee swimming around in the mucous for 2 hours - if it was still hostile they wouldn't be as active.
Why are there so many dead? A good question. Usually less than 10% of sperm are "normal" in form and will survive past 2 hours anyway. As Hubby's sperm count is so good, I am optimistic that that means that there will be lots of lovely normal swimming sperm to fertilise the big fat egg.
I've had a progesterone test today to make sure it was a good quality ovulation. Then we call our doctor tomorrow and he will advise us, based on the outcome of the last 4 days testing, on whether or not we need to have more tests this week or wait it out.
The wait it out option means that we dont see him again for 3 months - we try to get this right naturally. If not, back we go for the next steps, whatever that may be. Personally I am hoping for the wait it out option. There is one other challenge to overcome, but it may not be necessay.
I am feeling so optimistic and hopeful. Its amazing how just the Laparoscopy has changed so much, not just physically, but the results of getting one thing right means that this seemingly impossible task of getting pregant may be now so easily within our reach. Our levels of hope and faith have really improved, and we are feeling like this could be the month.
Stand with us in prayer as we believe for total healing in all the areas of our fertility challenges.
