My turn to be Florence Nightingale

I'm not nervous

Two years ago I sat in a waiting room, it was the day of my ovarian drilling. I was nervous but hopeful for the future and what it would bring, not much as it turns out. Well today I sat in another waiting room as GO had a tooth extracted. We arrived early (7.30am, his appointment was at 9am) to find a parking spot. My plan was once he was in the OP room I'd sneak out to Gregg's and grab a bacon sandwich. He was called in and as I picked up my things to go the receptionist called, "You can't leave, you have to stay here the whole time". 

Oh!

He's not very good at waiting

I fiddled with my phone and just as I was getting restless I heard, "Mrs GO". It had only been ten or so minutes. I felt cold, had something gone wrong? Had they cancelled it? "Oh, he's fine" the nurse said, seeing my face. "It's all done he's in recovery."

He was so confused

She led me to a side room where GO was lying down, he looked sleepy and had cotton wool rolls stuffed in his mouth.  As he came round a bit more he began to ask questions and make jokes, which was hilarious in itself but as his mouth was packed with cotton it's was a muffled (more so than normal). It was about then that he heard the heart monitor beeping, within seconds he was trying to dance to it like some Euro Techno music. By this stage I was crying with laughter, but trying not to let anyone now as the nurse was giving me serious aftercare instructions.

Dancing to his own heartbeat

I managed to walk GO to the car and we set off back for home. The closer we got the sedation started to wear off, I nipped into the supermarket on the way home to get some bits for him. I picked up some baby food, as it was soft and packed with nutrients. 

He is now tucked up in bed, snoozing. I have the security camera set up so I can keep an eye on him.

Tucked up safe and sound

Get Well Soon Ginger One xxx

And here we go...

It was decided that we start a cycle of the drug Clomid which is supposed to stimulate ovulation.  The side affects of it though, and increase in cyst on your ovaries meant I would need to be closely monitored, we began by forcing a bleed with progesteron and then on day one of my cycle I would I would take Clomid to stimulate the ovaries to release an egg, and call the hospital to book my scan. 

 

And so began a seven month cycle of Clomid, metformin and scans.  In my opinion the scans were taken too early, they were at around day 7 which in a 'normal' cycle of 27 days would be the perfect time, but for me who has now got a cycle that is averaging about 35-40 days it was too early and only once did we seen signs of a follicle.  That was due to the fact that I had 'late' scan.

 

During all of this I was having some issues at work, I teach in a little village school, every school and every teacher in the country at the moment is having issues.  My issues were becoming all consuming and I had gone from a confident, good teacher to a shell of my former self, and someone who just didn't have the love for it anymore.  It was a case of 'you're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't' So I began not to bother. 

 

It was during a scan that I unloaded all of this pressure onto my fantastic nurse Julia, and the first thing she told me was that stress is a major inhibitor to fertility and that I should seriously think about either changing jobs or reducing my hours.