Fertility meds are no joke! I know I’ve mentioned before about Clomid and the effects of that, but recently I received my first meds through the mail. Talk about intimidating! A couple of vials that have to be mixed just so, a variety of needles & syringes, and a mini sharps container. We have moved on from just Clomid, to Clomid, a trigger shot, and then IUI. If all that sounds foreign to you, here’s a basic rundown.
I take Clomid for 5 days, typically days 5-10 of my cycle. Then on day 12 or 13 we go in for an ultrasound to see where the follicles are developing. If there’s at least one on the right side that is of a mature size, I get a trigger shot (HCG, the pregnancy hormone, which will ensure ovulation in 36 hours). We go in the next day, sperm in hand (or rather sterile container). They wash the sperm to get rid of ones that are already dead and perform an IUI (intrauterine insemination), in which the lively sperm are injected right close to where they need to be to be able to get to the egg when it appears. We leave the office, scheduling a blood test for two weeks later to see if it was a success and go on our merry way.
That’s the basics of it. I will admit, it’s a little awkward. We just had our second go around with this procedure and it was the first time I got the trigger shot delivered right to our house, along with all of the paraphernalia. The thought of having to give it to myself was somewhat daunting. The first time around they did it in the office and it was no big deal. This time, the doc wasn’t in when they did the ultrasound, so they needed to get a hold of him and see what the procedure should be, which meant I didn’t get it right then in the office. It also meant I didn’t take our handy container on the way out because they didn’t schedule the IUI before we left. I got the call a couple hours later saying that I should take the trigger shot and we’d do the IUI the next day.
Steve had gone to work, so I called him and tried to work up the nerve to jab myself with a needle. I read through the instructions, was confused, and then called the office for confirmation for how it was supposed to work. They asked if I had ever done it before (nope), put me on hold for a moment, and said I could just come in and they would do it for me. It was a great relief, plus I was then able to pick up the container as well. All was well and I didn’t have to do it on my own.
We went in the next morning for the IUI and one of the nurses did the procedure as the doctor wasn’t in. Having asked us if this was the first time, we told her it was the second. “Well, this is the one that’s going to take. And I want credit for it,” she told us with a smile. All we can do is wait and pray and see what’s to come. The only One who deserves credit for any of this is the Good Lord Himself…and in that knowledge we wait with hope and assurance that He’s got a plan for all of this.