We’re a go!

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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new hope

On our way to Denver we received a phone call from the hospital where my surgery was to take place the next morning. They had already checked my insurance and determined what I had yet to meet on my deductible and required that we pay them right then over the phone or they would be canceling my surgery! It was crazy because I already knew that I was thousands of dollars beyond my deductible-it just hadn’t all posted to insurance yet. It was literally 4 months later we received our money back.

The surgeon had warned us it may be a long surgery-it just depended how deep things were when he got in but we were excited. Excited for new hope.

newhope

The hospital was beautiful. I actually got a foot-rub while waiting in pre-op. Not. Kidding. I was in the women’s health wing so they advised me that everyone that would be taking care of me would be female (except the surgeon, of course!). It really was a wonderful experience. After telling the Anesthesiologist about my experience after anesthesia with Noelle she assured me that I would do great! She said while I was asleep she would actually do acupuncture to my wrist and this would prevent those symptoms. She must have done it as I had a little pin-prick mark after surgery and had no. headache. what-so-ever.

The surgery itself lasted over five hours and he did it all laparoscopically with the morcellator! What a stud! He removed the softball, eight other fibroids and found endometriosis. Aha! This was actually probably what has been causing my week three symptoms all of these years. He scraped as much of the endometriosis out as possible and did a hysteroscopy also that showed the inside of my uterus to be normal.

The first thing I said in recovery was “did he have to open?”. We were so blessed. Recovery was tough. The pain was not good. They were able to get on top of it but with that, they shot my respiratory drive to heck and then had to spend hours reminding me to breathe to keep my oxygen levels up. We had been told if the surgery was successful per scope that I would be able to go home that day. Of course we had absolutely no intentions of driving five hours home, rather had reservations to stay a few days in Denver first. It was in the middle of the night before I was able to maintain my oxygen on my own-well after midnight and even then the only reason we left is because my room was too hot! Anyone that knows us knows that we don’t care to be hot! Bring on the air and we sleep with a fan so off to the hotel we went.

My recollection of the next 48 hours is very vague. My Husband was awesomsauce, I tell you. He essentially set his alarm and woke me every four hours giving me the medications for pain and nausea they had recommended. He had an array of snacks he would feed me, pop the pills in me and back to sleep I went.

Once home it was great to be in our own bed. I didn’t know it at the time but Adam (loving his camera as he does) was photographing things those few days.

...the joke was that as we were in Colorado they gave me a "potsicle" instead of a popsicle, I mean MY GOODNESS, just look at me!

…the joke was that as we were in Colorado they gave me a “potsicle” instead of a popsicle, I mean MY GOODNESS, just look at me!

twohours

Two hours in….

2 1/2 hours in....

2 1/2 hours in….

4 hours in...

4 hours in…

5 hours in (starting to worry)...

5 hours in (starting to worry)…

He was wiped. Just look at his eyes in this last picture, poor dude was exhausted! What would I do without him? He is my everything-the only thing I think of before bed, in my dreams and the first thing I think of when I awake!

at the hotel before leaving to come home....

at the hotel before leaving to come home….

 

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