What Happened on Egg Collection Day

Well, it's not all over yet but it didn't go great. Understatement.

They did a scan just before I went in for collection and the main anaesthetist woman couldn't find the other follicle. She said they would have another proper look when I was under the anaesthetic. I do not know whether the original scanner saw something which wasn't a follicle or this woman just couldn't find it. I had problems with scanners not finding follicles last time when they ended up turning up.

When I woke up from the anaesthetic she said they searched and searched and couldn't find the follicle. She said she found something in the other follicle which might be an egg but she wasn't sure so sent it up to the lab for them to check.

I started to cry. It was all tears for a while then as they wheeled me back into the hospital room to see H. He was lovely and let me vent.

Then I got a phone call from the job people offering me the job. This did make me feel elated for a while though it was weird discussing start dates and the like from a hospital bed. Then the lab phoned and said the egg which didn't look like an egg was an egg and they would try and fertilise it. We will find out tomorrow if it worked.

The anaesthetist came in the room and looked very relieved and said "I was lucky". I don't feel lucky. Have serious reservations about her, but know the blame game is not helpful to anyone, especially me.

Was elated about the job and re-appearance of the egg for a while. This got me home. Propelled me through a sore journey to the train and on the train and to bed.

Now I am home the negativity seems to be returning. Going to finish this and write up another blog which I wrote on the train. I hope this might help.