The Dr called about 11:30 yesterday...a little later than they normally do but I guess in the back of my mind I kind of realized that might happen since it was a weekend.
They tried fertilizing 5 and 3 made it. In reality that isn't much different than the 4 we can last time - of course, that was 4 of 8 so maybe this is a little better?
So the Dr called, told me how many fertilized, said they'd see me Wed for the transfer of 2 or maybe all 3. That's when I lost it. I managed to sputter out something like "do you think any will make it". He answer: and said I'd get an update if anything happened.... and I cried more. Pretty I'd scared the crap out of DH with all my crying at that point.
Then we went to run some errands and eat Red Lobster :) (I am a total emotional eater if you haven't noticed).
In all honesty, I have a lot of hope for others when they get 4 or 5 mature eggs. See no reason why an IVF can't work with 3 embryos - FOR THEM.
I don't buy it for us. I've had more eggs than this (and they were all mature so WTH happened this time) and we've had more embryos than this. BUT we didn't make it to transfer either of those times. I know we made a pretty major change but I still imagine walking into the clinic getting the same bad news.
{eight year well child}
8 years ago
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(((HUGS))) I so know the feeling. I am praying for your embie
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