Warning: My recovery was NOT pretty.
After the egg collection, I was woozy for a bit and I was ready to get home. I got dressed and the nurse wheeled me down to the car. I was told to drink TONS of Gatorade and to eat a lot of protein and salt. They said I shouldn’t only drink water because I needed a lot of electrolytes. I thought that sounded so weird. First of all, I HATE GATORADE. I MEAN I HATE IT. I never ever ever ever want to even look at it ever again. I hated it before this whole ordeal, and I have a strong anger towards it after.
I was starving after the collection, so we went and got chicken and french fries to bring home.
My husband is the BEST. He had set up our guest bedroom for my recovery room. It was so calming with the twinkle lights up. He brought me everything I could need within reaching distance. All charging cords, saltines, Gatorade grrrrr, my phone and my iPad. I ate my food and fell asleep for most of the day. I woke up and puked my guts out. NOT FUN. Fuckers I knew I would puke, I just knew it. Every fucking time! Things just got worse and worse as the days went on.
I wish someone told me that recovery would be SO BAD AND HARD. I mean, I had to sleep sitting up because it was so hard to breath! I was puking every day for the next few days. I couldn’t even put a water bottle to my lips because it made me want to vomit everywhere. My poor hubby tried and tried to get me to eat. He would bring foods and soups that I love home, but I just could not keep any of it down.
I hate to even think about this time. I am cringing remembering this all. We were getting pretty worried and my doctor wanted to make sure that I didn’t developed OHSS (Ovarian Hyperstimulation Syndrome).
I had to go in so my RE could check me on the day that I called. I was so weak that after taking a shower, I fell on the bed soaking wet and my hubby had to dry me off. He had to dress me and basically drag me to the car. I felt like I was dying.
When I got in, my RE came in to do an internal sonogram. She said that everything looked OK and that she thinks it was a bad reaction to the anesthesia because of my past history, plus the fact that I wasn’t drinking electrolytes or eating. She gave me a prescription for anti-nausea pills and she urged that I drink the Gatorade continuously. I burst out crying. I couldn’t even bare the though of forcing Gatorade down. I could barely walk out of there. We picked up the anti-nausea tabs on the way back. When we got home, I dissolved the pill under my tongue and I collapsed in bed.
My husband sat with me while I blubber cried and choked my first sips of Gatorade down. I finished a small bottle of the purple color and it felt like it was killing me on the inside. The good news was that for the first time in days, I didn’t puke after. He sat with me for most of the day, making sure I was finishing the bottles at a good rate. Purple and orange seemed to be the only flavors that I could handle, so he went out and bought a ton of it.
I slowly started to feel better and better…. UNTIL THE CONSTIPATION from the anti-nausea pills kicked in. Holy mother fucking fuckity fuck it was AWFUL! I spent days rocking back and forth trying to push small raisins out of my ass. The pain was unreal and I wished that I was puking instead.
The only thing that kept me going was my incredible and supportive hubby, and the fact that right then our babies were growing. All thanks to Science!
I needed 2 weeks for recovery after my egg collection to fully feel back to myself. 2 weeks! I couldn’t believe it. I thought it would be a breeze! Hey, no incisions, it’s an outpatient surgery. I thought it would be no big deal. I WISH SOMEONE WOULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD ME THAT EGG COLLECTION RECOVERY IS THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING WORST!!!!! At least I would have been prepared for it. I felt so caught off guard. So here I am, telling my egg collection story to hopefully make some of you aware of the chance that your recovery might not be that easy! My goal is not to scare you, just share my experience. This is what we have to do to get our babies.
(By the way, for some people recovery is like 2-3 days. So, you are amazing if you fall into that category…and I hate you just a little bit!)
By the way, we opted to have our eggs frozen for future FETs (Frozen Embryo Transfers). We had our embryos sent for genetic testing. I was sooooo glad. There is no way that the IVF fresh transfer would have happened with my hideous recovery anyways. I was able to give my body a couple of months to bounce back.
More on that story, later.