In my
FS' own words this cycle has been 'disastrous.' The dictionary definition of 'disastrous' - 'highly unsuccessful'.
The short version is:
OHSS - hospitalisation - nil
embies.
The long version:
Thursday morning I called the clinic for two reasons - to let them know how crap I was feeling and to get an
embryo update.
Day 3 = Out of the 9
embryos left struggling from the day before we had:
- 5 x arrested;
- 3 x 6 cells;
- 1 x 5 cells.
Ideally on Day 3 they should be between 6-10 cells - so none were getting A grades or anything...
My FS called be back later that morning to speak to me in person and guage how I was feeling. He advised I take one Cartier aspirin a day to reduce the chance of blood clots, 1L of Powerade etc in addition to plenty of water and to travel down and see him in person that day.
His secretary booked an appointment for 4.00pm that afternoon and the trip down in the car was one of my most painful experiences e.v.e.r! With each lil bump in the road for the 1.5hrs the trip took, my whole mid sectioned absolutely ached!
Once at the appointment the FS did a scan both external and then internal to check how much free fluid there was, and also to check on the size of my ovaries. The ovaries had doubled in size to what they should be ( I think they were 6.5cm diameter), and there was free fluid everywhere.
From what I understand the free fluid fills up the follies that have had eggs taken out of them, and the spills into the spaces around all of your bits down there. The fluid comes from what you consume, (which can make you dehydrated) and it also starts to draw fluid from your blood and tissues (which makes the blood thicker and hence the risk of blood clots.)
My belly was absolutely huge and the FS said I looked terrible, with the pads under my eyes even looking bloated.
He hospitalised me, where he advised they would hook me up to a drip to control the fluids going in, measure the fluids going out (ie pee), give me injections to try and control blood clots and take care of my pain relief.
I felt a strange sense of relief to be hospitalised, knowing that every little thing would be checked and controlled and that there was less pressure on myself to know if everything was getting worse or better etc.
I was hospitalised from Thursday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. During my stay I gained a total of 3 kgs of bloat and my belly was measuring at around 106cm circumference at its biggest time. I was peeing every hour on the hour pretty much, which was good news, because anything I pee'd out obviously didn't have the chance to be kept on as bloat.

I had to record every liquid I consumed ie. every glass of water etc, and every pee had to go into a 'witches hat' that sat under the toilet lid and collected it. The drip went everywhere with me during my stay and I was encouraged to get up and get moving doing laps around the ward to get the blood flowing and try and reduce the bloat.
My FS would come and check on me each day and check my chart to see the in's and out's and measurements and stuff. He was very lovely and explained everything clearly and so didn't have to come in on his weekend off - he could have left that to the clinic FS on call that weekend.
I want to record the daily updates on my pathetic embryo's from when I was hospitalised as well:
Day 4 =
2 of which are graded as poor and are very fragmented and the remaining 2 are graded as fair and are compacted, but not yet morulas (which then go to blasties.)
Day 5 =
- 1 started to form a morula but only had 4 cells in one of its two sections (ie. one section forms the baby and other section forms the placenta) and was not considered enough to form the placenta, if it formed any further.
- The remaining 3 had not improved from the day before.
Day 6 = all arrested
So from 11 precious eggs were were swiftly brought down to nil within 6 days.
I don't quite know where I stand with the whole
IVF thing right now, at the moment I am still fuming on the inside at just how pathetic my body is. And I'm angry that I was given a heart and mind that is dying to have children, put with a reproductive system that lets me down every time.
I feel stupid for letting myself get into a situation where I fell sick again and have to feel like crap for so long. It impacts on my work, my husbands work, our finances and our family and most importantly my health. I wonder if it is also impacting on my future health? All of this manipulation of my ovaries with so many drugs etc cannot be healthy........
I feel like I would just like to sign adoption papers and then wait for a child to show up on my doorstep in like 7 years time. That way we could just be somewhat 'normal' for the next 7 years and enjoy ourselves.
I would also like to be a foster parent, with or without my own children, as I feel i have so much to give and no one to give it to. And that there are so many children out there, born to people, that for whatever reason cannot care for them at the time, and I feel I would be more than capable!
This experience has made me realise that I no longer want my own child at any cost, because I have come to realise that I cannot take 'any cost.' I cannot take another bout of
OHSS, and if I do, what if its considered severe next time???
We will make an appointment with my normal
FS for when he returns later this month and just drill him with questions about what we can try next, how we can avoid
OHSS (which I know they can never
guarantee) and what he thinks my chances are of
IVF still working for us considering how crap my eggs are and what a poor responder I am.
I need closure.......I need to know if this is ever going to work, or if we are just wasting so much more than our time. I need to know if we should be moving onto some other treatment
ie. donor eggs or giving up all together. The best closure of this journey would of course be a pregnancy that actually goes to term.....but how far away is that - if its in our journey at all???