Not surprisingly, my cycle was very screwy after my
surgery. My hormones were still
regulating and my body was still recovering.
Therefore, I needed to wait until I had a real menstrual cycle to begin
trying to conceive. The length between
my surgery and that first menstrual cycle after was a very long thirty-nine
days. 39! Of course, it wasn’t as though I had never
experienced a long cycle before. I had
gone weeks on end without getting a period.
However, I wasn’t waiting to try to conceive on those cycles. So this time, thirty-nine days seemed like
forever.
Happily, I started noticing something that had been absent
from my previous cycles I had been charting: mucus! Obviously, this is a
strange thing to feel excitement over, but it was my little sign that things in
my reproductive system were working and that my surgery was successful. I made my mental notes throughout the day and
eagerly awaited to put my “white
baby” stickers in my chart before bed at night. My cycle was finally looking like
something. I had days of bleeding,
followed by a few dry days, followed by days of mucus. Soon, once I was feeling a bit better, it
would be time to try!
My long thirty-nine day cycle was followed by a much shorter
eighteen day cycle. Although it was
certainly not long enough to allow for conception, it offered an opportunity
for me to chart very fertile mucus and visit with Dr. Jean to get my final instructions for conception. It was all so exciting, yet so scary! This was my chance. This was my perfect opportunity. Together, we planned all of the medications
and supplements I would take and at which point in my cycle. Certain days were optimal for certain
medications, so I diligently wrote in my chart the medications I would be taking.
I would immediately start taking vitamin B6. This would be a daily supplement, along with
the prenatal vitamins I had started taking prior to my surgery. Fertile CM was also part of my daily regimen
and had been after I had my HSG. On
cycle day three I would take a dose of Femara. This was the medication I was hoping was
going to help my body do what it hadn’t been doing before: ovulate!
For those who have tried to conceive before, they have
probably heard of the drug Clomid. It is one of the most commonly prescribed
medications to stimulate ovulation. However,
Clomid does pose some side
effects that are often quite uncomfortable. It has also been known to cause the
ovaries to become enlarged with multiple follicles, increasing the chances for
multiple gestation. Femara, or Letrozole, Is a
medication that also stimulates ovulation, just without the adverse side
effects and increased number of follicles.
Starting on cycle day ten I was to begin taking a mucus
enhancer, which was simply Mucinex. Once
I started noticing mucus during my cycle, I would take an antibiotic through my
peak, plus one day. Post peak began my
ten day dose of Prometrium. There were a
lot of pills, all on different days, which seemed terribly confusing. However, I wrote down every pill that was to
be taken each day, in order to make sure that I was doing everything correctly
to allow for conception.
Dr. Jean also
wanted to be sure we were doing all that we could to conceive. Therefore, she had me come in to the office
to have ultrasounds of my ovaries. This
began on Thursday August 2, 2012, cycle day sixteen. Along with her wonderful ultrasound
technician Amy, Dr. Jean monitored
and measured the growth of my follicles in each ovary. At the time, I didn’t realize just how
important this step was in conceiving. I
thought I was there for one visit to gauge how my body was responding to all of
the medication. Yet this was just the
beginning.
I was supposed to come back the next day, Friday. And then that next Monday. We measured the growth of each follicle,
trying to determine if ovulation was going to occur. Amy and Dr.
Jean were confident, as one of my follicles in the right ovary seemed to
be growing beautifully. So I went back
on Tuesday. Still growing. And then Wednesday. But it was gone.
Gone?! As Amy moved
her wand around, exploring my ovary, she told me the follicle was no longer
there. I didn’t understand. What
did that mean? She probably wanted
to laugh at my stupidity, but she just smiled and said, “You ovulated!” YAY!!!!!
Much like my excitement for mucus, I am sure my excitement for ovulation
seemed unusual, but this was huge!
Ovulation meant the ability for conception. And according to Dr. Jean, I couldn’t waste any time. “You have a very small window. We don’t know if you ovulated right after you
left the office yesterday, or just twenty minutes ago. So get to it!”
It was Wednesday August 8, 2012. My first ovulation in possibly years. Jonathan and I knew how momentous this was
and how important it was on our journey.
I took out my prayer card to St. Gianna and prayed that this was our
day, our chance for a family. It was now
or never.
The following Thursday I had an appointment to see Liz and
review my chart. I should have been
excited about all that had happened with my chart and ovulation, but I was
feeling doubtful. I realized that I had
not taken my medication correctly. My
dose of Femara, six pills,
were all supposed to have been taken on cycle day three. I took one each day for six days, starting at
cycle day three. Now, I knew I had
ovulated, but I didn’t know if my mistake could have altered my chances. Only time would tell. Leaving Liz that evening, she encouraged me
to visit the chapel next to her office.
I did. I entered the dark, empty
chapel nervously, anxiously. I prayed
with such passion. Lord, please give me a baby.
Please let me be pregnant. Please
let the surgery have worked, let my body be free from endometriosis and let it
be capable of carrying a child. Amen.
Two my days later, Saturday morning, I woke up early. I never wake up early. Jonathan was still sleeping, so I quietly got
out of bed and went in to our bathroom.
I had a stash of pregnancy tests in the drawer under the sink, leftover
from my friend Andi who had recently found out she was expecting. Even though it was only ten days after
ovulating, I decided to take a test anyway, since I certainly had plenty of
them on hand. I gently placed the test
on the counter, washed my hands, and went to let the dog out.
I came back just a moment later, fully expecting a negative
test. Yet, I saw this:
(The first of three pregnancy tests I took)
I screamed, “OH MY GOSH!”
I couldn’t believe it. I was
actually pregnant! It was Saturday
August 18, 2012. Ten days after
ovulation, less than three months after my surgery, and I was pregnant. Jubilation washed over me and I prayed a
quiet prayer of thanksgiving. This was
my miracle. My body was now free from
endometriosis…..and a baby now filled its space.
Stay tuned for what happens after that miraculous moment of
seeing a positive test.
Great post! I just started Creighton today.
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