Surgery

Well, step 5 is complete.

I had surgery on Wednesday at noon. It turned out not to be a septum after all. Instead, it was what my doctor told my husband was a giant polyp.

I don't have a lot of details because Dr. M talked to David. I love my husband, but he's not so good with the details. All I know is that she told him it was the size of a finger. I don't know if that's width or what. I go back for my follow up appointment in 2 weeks. I'll get more details then.

She did tell him that it was so large that if our embies implanted anywhere near it, they wouldn't have grown correctly. So I'm assuming it was at the top of the uterus where the septum would have been essentially causing the same effect.

Surgery went as well as could be expected. I think I talked with every person in the anesthesia department at the hospital about my trouble waking last time. I was pretty much told they couldn't guarantee it wouldn't happen again, but they would do their best. I didn't have trouble, thankfully.

I had some nausea, but the anti-nausea drugs helped. I managed not to throw up, which was appreciated.

I had a headache & a sore throat afterward. I've managed to kill the headache with ibuprofen. The sore throat will probably last a day or two. Nothing traumatic, though.

I was treated very well. I think the hospital has some special attractive person hiring practice. I've never seen so many gorgeous people in my life. The most attractive was a D.O. who was working in the first recovery room. He came & chatted for a long time.

He and his wife have twins from IVF. I assume someone must have said something to him about why I was there. He seemed to come to talk to me rather intentionally. He didn't read my chart first or anything. It was nice. I got the impression he doesn't get the opportunity to talk about it much. He talked to me for probably 15 minutes. Even mentioned how bitter you get after fighting so hard. He told me about his wife's OHSS and failed 1st IVF. He shared that they're trying some metformin now, hoping to get his wife it ovulate on her own, because they'd like more children.

It was a good talk. At the end he said he mostly came to talk to me to offer some hope. He said it in such a kind way that it nearly made me cry. It was certainly a better experience that the very pregnant woman who was wandering the recovery room after my last miscarriage.

In any case, I got really great treatment- mostly from very attractive men. (Nothing wrong with a little eye candy, right?) Now we just hope it did the trick.

Here's hoping that my next hospital stay is delivering a live, healthy, full term baby.


--Trish