This is my IVF story Part I.
It was the morning of April 3, 2012, just one day after we transferred two, beautiful embryos back to me.
I woke up feeling great. That day would mark just another day where I followed every single order my doctor gave to me.
My IVF Story Part I
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“Step 7 (IVF – Pre and Postoperative Instructions)” Outlined
After the embryo transfer:
- Rest at home the remainder of the day after your transfer as well as the day after.
- You may get up to eat and shower, but rest the remainder of the day. Your position (sitting, laying) doesn’t matter.
- Abstain from intercourse until instructed otherwise.
- You may return to your usual non-strenuous activities. Avoid any activity that is strenuous, involves heavy lifting, has a risk of jarring motion, or risk of falling or being injured.
Side note for full reference: IVF = In Vitro Fertilization
The only thing I would do all day is jump on a 9am Twitter call with the agency I worked for back then.
The Pain Begins
About 8:45am, my stomach started feeling full and bloated. I am no stranger to bloat (obviously), but this was different – much different. I got up to go to the bathroom, thinking maybe it was just gas pains that I could find immediate relief from. No relief.
At 8:50am, the pains began to get more intense. I went to the bathroom again, but I knew I had a call soon, so around 8:52am I plopped myself on the floor of my office. By this point, I was holding tight to my right side. I began sweating, so I laid down, still clenching to my side.
At 9am, I knew I had to be brave and dial in for the call. I dialed in, softly spoke, “Hi, it’s Sarah Kay Hoffman,” and then placed the phone on mute while I waited for others to join.
The pain was ultra intense, and by now I was feeling extremely nauseous.
As I waited, I grabbed my garbage can. I was sweating in agony and was having a hard time breathing. I started throwing up around 9:01am. By then I had no choice, but to immediately hang up the phone. No Twitter call would be happening for me.
I fumbled and stumbled to my bed. Ryan was gone working about 1.5 hours from where we live. At the time, I only knew of one person I could call. I could barely talk the pain was so intense. Ryan and my friend Shondra (who had been a major hand holder to me for a couple months) told me to call 911. There was no way I was calling 911.
I bit the bullet, and texted that one person I knew – Jackie, our dog “nanny.” I knew I was playing with fire if she didn’t respond.
“Can you bring me to the emergency room?” That was all I had the energy to say.
A few moments later, by the grace of God, she responded, “I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”
I brought my “puke bag,” and Jackie got me safe and sound to the emergency room.
The emergency room at Sutter Hospital in Tracy, CA would turn out to be a nightmare, literally…..and to this day, I have no problem telling anyone and everyone about the horror that was Sutter hospital.
I was alone, all alone, when I was posted up in my room. With just a hospital gown and pain so awful, I held back tears because feeling any emotion was physically so painful on my insides. As I waited for Ryan to come, I prayed to God that everything would be okay and that the hospital would take care of me.
Silently, I also prayed, “Please let the embryos be okay.”
My IVF Story Part II tomorrow.
This is all a part of a series for National Infertility Awareness Week.
You will heal. I will help.