Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Overstimulation Hell

The first three days after our egg retrieval were TERRIBLE.  I was more bloated than I have ever been in my entire life!  My stomach was distended and full of fluid.  I was short of breath, couldn't urinate easily and was uncomfortable every minute of every day.  Just thinking about it makes me sick.  I cannot even describe the discomfort. 

This was one of the most difficult points in this lengthy journey.  I figured this is just what happens after all the digging around he did in there a few days prior.  I could handle it. 

Three hellish days later I finally decided to call the doctor.  I remember I was at work.  The whole day was awful.  Just awful.  I could barely walk around, my scrub pants were tight around my waist and if anyone said the wrong thing to me, I would have burst into tears. 

I stole away a minute and went to my car to call the doctor.  I ended up having to leave a message for one of the nurses (they were always great to call back in a prompt manner).  I remember barely being able to get my words out without crying. 

I was so tired of feeling the way I did.  I couldn't do it anymore.  I was done.  I had nothing left in me.  I'll be honest and say that at this point, I wondered if it was even worth it anymore.  I could sense some depression setting in.

I spoke to the nurse a few hours later. I told her I thought what I was experiencing was normal.  She said "No, no!  You could have called us days ago."  I know it sounds crazy that I waited so long to call, but my whole life I have had very little pain that I couldn't push myself through. 

The nurses next words to the receptionist were music to my ears  "We need to get Brooke in tomorrow morning for an overstim check."  I was relieved to be going back to get some help at this point.  For cryin out loud, I would have hauled myself down there at 9pm if they would have let me.

For the next three weeks or so I drank more gatorade that I ever have in the 30 years I have been alive.  Tried Whey Protein in my ice cream too (per the doctor)--Nasty!  But, if it was going to help reduce my overstimulation, I would do it.