This is the journey we have embarked upon to bring another Provence baby into this world. We hope you enjoy reading! Life is not always fair, but it's still good.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Another excellent fortune we received when we returned from Colorado.
It’s been a while since I have
written, which I am guessing is becoming nothing new to my readers.I apologize for being absent.Two of my doctors have been encouraging me to
make more time for all of the things that make me happy, so I’m working on
fitting writing back into my schedule.
In my last entry, I left off by
telling you that we had six of our mature eggs that fertilized.We were elated.The next day, we left Colorado feeling
confident with our decision to only continue with this lone cycle.It was a rough drive home.Todd and I were both having a considerable
amount of pain, so we broke the drive into two days.
Once we were home, settled, and
back into our daily routine, we only had a day to wait until we
*hopefully* started receiving news from the doctor.We hoped to hear from them on Thursday, which was considered Day 5 of
embryo growth.This is the best day for
the embabies to make it to the blastocyst stage (called “blast” for short)
where they can be biopsied for genetic testing and frozen.Anything past Thursday means they are showing
signs of weakness, so to speak.Thursday
came, and Thursday passed.
On Friday, February 12, Todd came
to pick me up for lunch.It was my 35th
birthday, so he was taking me out for a special treat of sushi.Yum!We knew we should be expecting hoped we would receive a call some
time that day because it was now Day 6.Just as we wrapped up lunch and received the copy of our bill to sign,
my phone rang.Our hearts stopped.I quickly picked up the phone and headed for
the exit as I answered.I listened
intently as the embryologist explained to me that three embryos were still
alive.One had blasted that day and
would be biopsied for genetic testing and frozen.The two others were still being watched until
the next day, Day 7.I asked as many
questions as I could think at the time, hung up the phone, and climbed in the
car with Todd.And that’s where I cried.One of our babies had finally achieved the
level we needed, but it was a day later than we had hoped.The chances of the other two making it until
tomorrow seemed very grim.
It was there in the front seat
of our car on a cute little street in downtown Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, on my 35th
birthday that I felt my dream starting to slip away for good.I cried on and off for the remainder of the
workday when no one was around.
The next day, on Day 7, we were
doing our best to pay attention at a marriage conference, which we coined our “Continuous
Improvement Weekend.”In the middle of a
session, my phone rang, and Todd and I both darted out of the ballroom to the
lobby as quickly as we could.Again, I listened
patiently as the embryologist began to explain that we no longer had to
wait.All three of our embabies had
blasted, been biopsied, and frozen.I couldn’t
believe it.Todd couldn’t believe
it.Here we were expecting to only have
one embryo, and God reminded us that we needed to have a little more faith in
Three embabies.Still alive.Still fighting for a chance to be our baby.
Continuous Improvement Weekend selfie
After some discussion, we
realized that if we had been told nothing on Friday and found out on Saturday that
only three of the six survived, we would have been so distraught.Instead, since we thought on Friday that we
would only have one, we were elated at the news of actually having three.It’s funny how God works like that.
At that point, we were given
another wait.We were told that they could call within 3 weeks with our
genetic test results.However, another
friend of ours that was at CCRM received her call at 4 weeks.Therefore, we told everyone we knew not to expect any information for 4
I promise to try not to make you
wait another 4 weeks to find out what happened next.J