We got to the clinic for the transfer and realized the risk of twins was 52% (we thought it was closer to 30%!!)--they have a little handy chart pegged to the wall with a thumbtack! Then, we had a doctor who really really really really pushed for one embryo transfer.
I totally emotionally broke down right there on the table while we were deciding. Totally weeping. I couldn't control myself. It just felt so damn frustrating to have to decide this. I still wanted to put back two, even though I knew it might not be a good decision. The doctor was pulling all the fear factor stories; you have a small frame, birth defects, mortality rates, blah blah blah. ID wanted to transfer one as soon as he saw the rates for twins. So I gave in. I am remorseful but I also know twins would be tough...and maybe dangerous for mother and children! The statistics are not terrible, but complications do occur. (and that doctor today definitely kept reminding us of that...)
And the transfer itself-- with a full bladder. Well I was pretty unhappy. Let's just leave it at that.
I'm still hopeful, and I know it's better odds than anything we ever had on our own. We are even allowing ourselves to talk about having a baby around, something we haven't done in years--literally years.
We know for sure they froze 2 yesterday, and they said we may have a few more but they're waiting to see how they look...
So now the waiting begins... :)
I'm still hopeful, and I know it's better odds than anything we ever had on our own. We are even allowing ourselves to talk about having a baby around, something we haven't done in years--literally years.
We know for sure they froze 2 yesterday, and they said we may have a few more but they're waiting to see how they look...
So now the waiting begins... :)
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