Recovery went pretty good. The thing that lasted the longest was pain when I would empty my bladder. I understand this is normal as when the bladder decompresses it pulls away from the pelvic wall where there were many sutures and of course the endometriosis had been scraped.
Speaking of endometriosis, this was a whole new thing for us. The best way I can describe how I felt post-op is like a pumpkin would feel (not that they have feelings, but go along with me here) after we scrape them out to cut them. Raw, slow-moving. I took a little over three weeks off of work. At the beginning of week two I felt good enough to get a little bored and it is then that I decided I DID want to see my brother’s baby, Colt. We bought a last-minute ticket and I was off to Montana for a week. I had a very long lay-over on the way there but purchased a day-pass to one of the airline lounges so was able to have my feet up. Again, I cannot reiterate how important writing that letter to my brother and sister-in-law was in helping me cope. Going and holding that precious babe was incredible. I wept because I want that for us but I also wept because he was just perfect. I am so glad I went.
We had another (prepaid!) phone consult with the fertility specialist in Denver shortly after to discuss the results from my surgery. Again, he was not optimistic that the surgical findings had anything to do with our problems. He encouraged us to try again, though. I struggled with the info he gave us, though as I had done my own medical research as well as spoke with our local OB and had discovered that endometriosis, can indeed be an issue. It basically can decrease a woman’s egg quality. I was batting a zero! Not only did we have a hostile environment (all those masses and now scars) but crappy eggs, too? I mean, come on! Can we catch a break?! The specialist said that if, in fact, the endometriosis was a contributing factor that we had a year from the time of surgery of “goodness” per se. Basically, a year where I should produce good quality eggs but by that year mark the endometriosis would be back and we would have to readdress it by taking injections or have surgery again. Our time would be cut short because we had to wait the mandatory three months to try to conceive while my uterus was healing.
He also wanted me to have another hystersalpinogram (HSG) before we started trying again to be sure there was no damage to the fallopian tubes during surgery. The HSG was uncomfortable the first time I had it but this time it was painful. I imagine all of the healing scarred areas are why. But, things looked great! We were given the all-clear!
Because of my age (again, he brought that up!) and because of time-constraints due to the endometriosis he recommended the first time we try we do an IUI (intrauterine insemination). While this wouldn’t increase the likelihood of a successful pregnancy, it would help us to get pregnant faster. He had one requirement, though. That I have ALL of my blood tests done again and Adam even be tested again as “things can change”. ALL. THE. TESTS. Are you kidding me? Thousands of dollars worth of blood work and poor Adam! I mean, my Husband is a stud but, come on! What do you do when you are in this situation, though. We were willing to do whatever it would take to have a baby. This is not to say that we weren’t conflicted with it all as we most certainly were. With all three of our other babies we conceived the first month we tried. As I said before, we felt like fertile myrtles! So, we came to a compromise with the specialist and that was that we would do the Tempfer protocol as he recommended including taking Letrozole to help make the entire environment “better” but would try naturally. If we did not conceive in September on our own, we would come to Denver for an IUI.
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