follicle is now not my forte. Therefore, I found it not so bad, in fertility clinic must first put to me for about 2 hours in a bed. I sat dozing in front of me and watched as the other women were pushed into the operating room and after a short time delayed. They saw some pretty down and out I already asked me what was in store as well for me.
Later came the anesthesiologist, and went with me once in the questionnaire. When asked about previous anesthesia I told her that I had after my last anesthesia (the c-section) had difficulties to start to breathe again. But they said that I would not be intubated and it would be only a mild anesthesia, I would need me there to worry about.
Then I was pushed into the anteroom of the operating room, where I was placed in an increase and I could put a fancy little cap. The last meters to the gynecologist chair I was allowed to travel on my own feet. I saw no one, no doctor, no nurse, but the anesthesiologist. They plugged me in an infusion, gave me a mask over his mouth and nose and told me that I would feel a tingling and falling asleep right now.
I had a short dream, as it has been sometimes when you stay in bed in the morning still lying around and dozing in front of him. However, I do not remember what I had dreamed Sun The next was then that I asked the anesthesiologist to leave the chair and again to climb into my bed. I thought that I would have noticed nothing, and she replied that even so his.
fact, I was a few minutes in the recovery room wide awake again. I had no pain, except the slight feeling of pressure in lower abdomen, which accompanied me for weeks since I sprayed the many hormones. My treasure was allowed to come in just to see that I was fine.
After receiving an infusion and was measured with a delicious tea (cherry-cranberry) had been drinking with some sugar, my blood pressure and my heart rate was monitored for several minutes, removed the nice nurse my access back. Finally came the Ärtzin and showed their treatment of each patient arc, where we could see how many eggs had been removed. After I saw on Wednesday at the ultrasound only two bubbles and this morning was at times overwhelmed by self-doubt was - I thought that by the overdose of Decapeptyl and transport in the cooler, perhaps nothing would be found - I was surprised. There were punctured four eggs :-)
some time I stayed in bed and watched my two roommates as they were picked up by their husbands. At one point I sat down too, and looked out the window. I felt as if nothing had happened. Finally I could get dressed again, and my love drove me home, where I rested myself up onto the sofa.
I'm doing fine. I would have to be much worse, but it war wirklich gar nicht schlimm. Morgen darf ich in der Klinik anrufen. Leider werde ich nur erfahren, ob "es" geklappt hat, also die Befruchtung, und wann ich dann am Montag zur Übertragung eines Embryos wiederkommen darf. Es wird am Telefon nicht mitgeteilt wieviele der Eizellen sich haben befruchten lassen, was ich ein wenig schade finde.
Drückt mir die Daumen, dass sich wenigstens eine Eizelle hat befruchten lassen. Dann bin ich schonmal zufrieden :-)
