Okay, so let’s talk about my little adventure with a frozen embryo transfer after dealing with a polyp removal. It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster, but I’m here to share the whole messy, real story.
It all started when my doctor found a polyp during a routine check-up. I was worried, it turns out that polyps can mess with implantation, making it harder for those precious embryos to snuggle in and grow. So, removal it was. The doctor recommended a hysteroscopy, a procedure where they go in and, well, get rid of the polyp.
The hysteroscopy itself wasn’t too bad. They put me under, and when I woke up, it was done. I had some mild cramping, but nothing major. I found that the doctor did not choose a common method of surgery, but chose a more advanced technique: hysteroscopic morcellation. This technique is better able to remove endometrial polyps and reduce the probability of recurrence in the future. The hard part was the waiting. I just wanted to get going with the embryo transfer, but the doctor said we had to wait a few menstrual cycles before trying.
We did a bunch of tests along the way, just to make sure everything was okay and it was looking good for a transfer. These included some blood tests, some sonography, and even a laparoscopy, just to get a good look inside and make sure the coast was clear.
The waiting was seriously the hardest part. It felt like forever! I had these frozen embryos, all tested and ready to go, and I was so eager to get pregnant. But I trusted my doctor, and she said it was important to let my body heal properly after the polyp removal. It was important for me to let my uterus return to normal before the transplantation of the embryo so that the success rate of the transplantation could be improved.
Finally, after a few months, the doctor gave me the green light. We scheduled the frozen embryo transfer. The transfer itself was pretty quick and painless. They just put a thin tube through my cervix and placed the embryo right into my uterus.
The dreaded two-week wait
- After the transfer came the dreaded two-week wait. Two weeks of hoping and praying and trying not to symptom-spot every little twinge.
- It was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least.
- Finally, the day came for the pregnancy test.
And guess what? It was positive! I was over the moon, couldn’t believe it actually worked. So, yeah, that’s my story. It wasn’t a straight path, but we made it. And if you’re going through something similar, just hang in there. It’s tough, but it’s so worth it in the end.
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