By Friday I literally felt like a hen, ready to hatch at any moment. I went in for another blood draw and ultrasound and again the screen lit up. This time — 25 follicles. The number kept growing and it was very clear to me why I was feeling so weighed down. The doctor mentioned to me that it looked like we would be good to go for a Monday retrieval which left me feeling elated — I was ready to get these suckers out of me. He reviewed the trigger shots with me and scheduled them for Saturday night and the following morning (12 hour window between) to begin ovulation. When I gave myself the second trigger on Sunday morning I did a little dance since it was the last time I would have to poke myself. On Sunday afternoon I went for a hike — something that is generally easy for me since I am in relatively good shape. At that point i was so “full” it was really challenging — I was looking forward to Monday more and more.
I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink after 9 PM on Sunday which totally crushed my hot chocolate and movie night dreams since I didn’t have to work the next day due to my surgery. On Monday morning my boyfriend drove me to the clinic. He wasn’t allowed to wait with me due to the intended family also being present (for anonymity purposes). I went into the operating room in the back to get changed and prepped for the retrieval. I had never has anesthesia before or been in an operation room so I was a little nervous! I got changed and situated on the bed — they even had me put on non-slip granny socks which I was thrilled about since I’m always cold. The anesthesiologist got me hooked up to an IV, some monitors, and oxygen. He explained that they would be administering a narcotic and the subsequently a tranquilizer to make me fall asleep. The narcotic came first and I instantly felt very silly — I’ve never taken anything more than ibuprofen in my life. The last thing I remember telling the doctor and nurse was that they needed to give their operation room a make over and then I was out like a light.
In my defense, doesn’t it look like it could use a make over?
I don’t remember waking up but I eventually was sitting up and talking to the nurse. I felt a bit of pain but nothing too substantial. I was monitored for an hour and then allowed to go home to rest. During my monitoring I asked the doctor how many eggs they had retrieved and they told me they had gotten FIFTY! Fifty eggs, holy crap. I was loopy enough that I said, “I had an entire mormon family in my ovaries!”
I went home for the rest of the day to relax and watch movies to recover a bit. It feels a bit weird to know the whole process is over. Ideally, by now, the IVF process for the intended family should have began with my eggs. I won’t ever know the outcome for them but I really hope that it all works out and they are able to begin growing their family. I don’t really feel like, if the procedure is successful, that I would technically have kids out there. I feel like your family is who raises you and provides you with love and support, not what DNA is inside of you. I do hope the family is appreciative of what I was able to provide them and that if they were able to conceive with my eggs that they treat their child as a gift. I’m very happy to have had the experience to help give someone with the opportunity to have family of their own. Despite all the poking, prodding and countless doctor’s appointments, I’d definitely do it all over again.
Post surgery recovery with my amigos, Ruca the pup and Jay.
I guess that means my story of being a donor is over, for now. I was thinking a lot about what I would say to my friends after the whole process and I have reached the conclusion that I would definitely encourage other healthy young women to look into becoming a donor. There is a huge need for donor services for infertile couples out there or homosexual couples who want to have a child of their own! I recently learned that 1 in 8 couples will have trouble conceiving and will seek support from a fertility doctor. For some couples, having an egg donor is their only hope. If anyone out there is considering being a donor and wants to ask me more specific questions don’t hesitate to reach out. That’s all from me for now — back to relaxing and recovering!