Once I made it through the retrieval I was feeling pretty great! I’d survived “stimming” (those daily hormone injections designed to produce multiple follicles), and I’d survived the actual retrieval, which involved almost being stuck in a hurricane. In my mind, the worst was most definitely behind me.
My doctor informed me that my ovaries were over stimulated so instead of doing a “fresh” transfer, which I was expecting, he was now recommending an FET (frozen embryo transfer). Had we gone the fresh transfer route, my transfer would have been a few days after the retrieval; a frozen transfer meant the timeline was being pushed back.
I hadn’t researched FETs, and I didn’t know what to expect, but I felt good about the new plan. For starters, Hurricane Harvey left just about every major road and highway submerged. Even though I was one of the lucky ones who didn’t have a flooded house, I was still stranded. Had my transfer not been delayed, I wouldn’t have been able to make it anyway.
I also liked the idea of giving my body a break. It made sense. It would buy me more time to improve my nutrition, and also get more grounded and stress free. The IVF process had been pretty overwhelming and emotionally draining at times. I needed a bit of a timeout. I’d been meaning to meditate daily to manage stress, but I never did. Perhaps now I could.
And as if I didn’t already have enough reasons to feel good about the delay, I came across some medical studies which said frozen transfers have slightly better success rates than fresh ones. The difference was slight – but that’s all I needed. Frozen transfers were either the same, or slightly better…I felt great about that.
I received a call the day after my retrieval that I had 19 eggs retrieved, and a few days later I was informed that 14 were fertilized, and 10 made it to the freezing process. I had 10 frozen embryos! Phase one was behind me, I was ready to start phase two – the transfer process!