To start with, I had to start taking hormonal birth control in mid-February 2011, something I had never done before in my life (I realize that some women have been able to do natural cycles without medication and hormones, but this wasn't possible for my body). Then I had to start giving myself shots of Lupron (a hormone suppressant) in the stomach starting early March. To that, we added a "baby" Aspirin per day, and then started mimicking a the early phase of a natural cycle by taking estrogen in increasing doses after about a week on the Lupron. Half-way through March, I had an ultrasound to check my lining and make sure I wasn't trying to ovulate through all those meds trying to stop me from doing so.
A week later I had another ultrasound, and when it was determined that I had built a sufficiently thick lining with the Estrogen pills, I started taking intramuscular shots of Progesterone. Lucky Mr. Myth got to give them to me, and yes, I can assure you, if this had been a dream, those shots would have woken me up. It wasn't a dream though, and I also started taking an antibiotic and an oral steroid to make sure no infection or immune system flare could hinder implantation. Prednisone, I discovered, tastes like gasoline, no matter how you attempt to take it, but even that failed to jolt me out of any sort of delusion. This was real.
The morning of March 29th, 2011, we drove the 4 hours to our clinic (have I mentioned we live in the middle of nowhere?) and signed into our clinic for our transfer. The only choice we had made prior to the transfer was to only thaw and place 1 embryo, since the babies were all frozen individually. I have no idea what "grade" had been assigned, and the staff didn't volunteer the information. All I know is that when we were pulled back to the room, we were told that 1 thaw had been attempted, and the embryo had survived. I wanted to express some emotion- laugh, cry, but the truth is that I had a very full bladder for the procedure to come, and couldn't really breath deeply for fear of losing it and having to wait while it refilled. I just remember smiling, nervous as all get-out, feeling relieved, and sitting very, very still.
Unsurprisingly, my bladder was actually too full, and they sent me to relieve *some* of the pressure, which was its own special form of torture, but made me much more comfortable and able to focus on what was going on. Placing the embryo was very quick- maybe 10 minutes? Maybe less? The doctor came in and reviewed my chart. They asked me my name and date of birth for the umpteenth time, just to make sure, and then brought in a very normal looking catheter. Sam and I could watch the ultrasound on a very big screen right above the obstetric table. They put a very small bubble of air in the catheter where the embryo was, so that the first time we saw our daughter (not that we knew she was a girl then), we saw this:
It's rather surreal, when it's all over in just a couple of minutes, and you're lying there, holding your husband's hand, thinking, "That's it? Now I'm pregnant?" The doctor wished us luck and left the room. Them embryologist came in next, and handed us a picture of the embryo right after the thaw. I remember looking at it and saying "Hi baby!" She was 120-something cells, just expanding after being rehydrated and warmed, (and yes, there is a thin spot where assisted hatching had been performed, for those who are interested), and looked like this:
In our contract, to protect the embryos from abandonment by the adoptive parents, the adoption isn't actually finalized until the baby is thawed and transferred. The law calls agreements regarding unborn lives a "transfer of property." It is abundantly clear, however, that we had not just become the *owners* of this little life, we had become parents for however long its life continued. We just stared at the picture, marveling at the details of the tiny speck of white in the ultrasound, and prayed that God would be the sustainer of life, acknowledging that any and all ownership rights belonged to Him alone.
And we were very, very happy.