Where did I leave you, o yes Mummy was recovering her body
and waiting for the three months to pass. I know exactly
what its like. Santa comes Christmas Eve and that is the
longest night EVER. Imagine having to wait another 90 more
nights of feeling like that. Really, really, really hoping that
you get the present you want.
So as I continue to write my life story and the history
behind me, I hope I don’t turn into Great Grandma Ivy. She
died at 80 in 2003 and I think she is on about the year 1949
at the minute and the 10:27AM bus she caught on a
Thurrrsday. (That’s how she says it) Grandma Lynda said to
me, don’t ask her if she wants anything from the shops. She
had a monthly itemised shopping receipt read out to her that
took an hour and then she said, I don’t think so. My excuse on
my writing skills is that Mum wasn’t always the best at
English. She was told she had awkward phrases and should
read more. My Dad, well he pushed his best friend out the
way, aged 10, from getting hit by a car which probably would
have killed him. Dad took the impact himself at a different
angle and lost his ability to read and write. He had to start
again. School was not his friend growing up. The kids were
not nice to him, calling him stupid. And my other excuse is
I’m 3, I’m not doing too bad. Daddy, I love you. I’m so proud
of you. You are my hero. I want to be just like you, helping
others.
By February, Mum had to enquire about having a FET (Frozen
Embryo Transfer). The three months were up. Mummy was
mentally building herself up again for the next chapter.
Hoping and praying that it would go well. At each stage you
never know if that is the end of your hopes and dreams, or
whether you will continue to the next stage. It is a very
anxious and overwhelming process. I can only tell you the
story of my Mum and Dad, but there are others out there
who went through this and never even got to the stage of me.
Devastation had already hit them.
Mum was put on another protocol. They took over her body
with more drugs (pills and injections she had to do herself)
so they could have full control of her baby making actions.
(She is laughing, I dunno know why. Adults laugh at weird
things that just don’t make sense) She had to have scans to
check the thickness of the lining of her womb. They made
sure it was of a thickness where the embryo could snuggle
and grow. Her body was finally ready. They went into the
deep freeze to pick the embryos out.
I wasn’t chosen this time, but I think 5 or 6 were thawed.
They were left to grow. Hopefully its cells, dividing each day
and finally changing to a blastocyst. (5 days of the embryo
growing. Successful cell division.) I know, it sounds like I’m
going into space. The nurses rang Mum each day to tell her if
her babies were growing or if they died. Mummy was at work,
the phone would ring, she would have a little panic, an onset
of dread and fear for what they would say. Overwhelmed
each day with the answer, happy tears would form. Two of
her embryos made it to Day 5. Two were Blastocysts. She
was ready to become pregnant.
Part Five; The First Transfer