We were up before the sun today, showering and getting ready while fighting off the nerves. Oscar’s daycare opened at 6am and the poor kid was the first child there. That’s never happened before but I think he actually liked it as it meant he had everything (including attention) completely to himself. As he dove into a basket of toys, we hugged and kissed him goodbye. One daycare lady in particular is always really complimentary of Candice and myself, and the way we parent. She was there when we dropped him off and just her positivity and lovely words to us about Oscar really helped pick up the sombre mood.
We left and made it to the hospital on time, with minimal traffic. Once I was admitted, Candice was told she could leave and that they would call her 30 minutes prior to me being ready. I got changed into the hospital gown and sat and listened to my stomach rumble loudly, in the waiting room. I realised that I hadn’t eaten since 5.30pm the day before so I was beginning to feel nauseous.
Just before 8am, I was called in to meet with the anaesthetist before heading into the surgery. Everyone is always so warm and friendly when I come to this hospital, I honestly have so much respect for these people. I went in, climbed up onto the bed and the scientist came to speak with me first. Once that was sorted, my doctor came to sit by my side as the anaesthetist placed the needle in my arm. I’m so grateful to have such a kind doctor, she sat there stroking and gently ticking my arm as they placed the mask over my face and I went off to sleep.
When I woke up in recovery, I was told that they got 2 eggs. It wasn’t unexpected at all, I knew that best case scenario was going to be 3 eggs. A few moments later however, a male doctor came up to my bed. He started telling me that he got 3 eggs as he roughly grabbed my arm and began writing ‘3’ on the back of my hand, my wrist and my shoulder. I was still a little groggy and became really confused as I didn’t know who this guy even was. A nurse came running over and told him that I wasn’t his patient. Honestly, what kind of doctor doesn’t even recognise his own patients?! The nurse was apologising for him as she scrubbed the pen off. The emotions got the better of me and I started crying. Once again, the nurses were just so damn warm and friendly.
Candice arrived back in the waiting room and once I was awake enough, I was taken to meet her. It was good to see her face. I was able to come home and go to sleep which was amazing. Sleep is something I never take for granted these days!
Tomorrow morning at 10am, we find out if either eggs have fertilised. I don’t think I want to call, so I’ll see if Candice will do it. Fingers crossed!