Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Seat In Upright And Locked Position

Today was our last - hopefully forever - visit to the RE. The baby measured right on time at 8 weeks 2 days and had a h/b of 171. Everything is looking good and we are now in the "less than 2%" failure category. It is a good feeling and there are times I forget to remember that 2% feels like 100% when it happens to you. That is, that there are moments when I forget that we still might not get a healthy baby out of this. I actually find myself planning for a sibling. I never planned on LB being born. I couldn't get my mind around it. It is a nice change to expect this pregnancy to make a baby even once in a while.

Of course, I also sometimes feel like I am tempting fate by thinking like that. If I utter a sentence like, "We are going to have our hands full next summer," I immediately feel I should utter a prayer of forgiveness for my arrogance to the (in)fertility gods out there. If I believed in a god, I probably would.

So we are very excited. The RE's office has a dual set of double doors that automatically open towards you as you exit the building. As Brad and I approached the exit, LB in my arms; we held hands, stood tall and pranced out of the building like were starting our adventures down the yellow brick road. We were walking out of there for good. No more blood draws, transfers, retrievals, ultra sounds and all the drama (mostly bad for us, unfortunately) that goes with it. Wohoo!!!

Still, as crazy as this sounds, I will miss the people there. My RE and I got along great. The embryologist was always very nice and explained things in detail. All the nurses were kind and easy to get along with. I'll even miss the billing lady, although I suspect she and I will have a few more conversations before it is all over.

I used to ask my RE to tell me a story during our transfers. I don't think he very talkative during a procedure and I found I was often too keyed up to make conversation. It was relaxing and interesting to hear about whatever. Sometimes we talked about the how and why of what was going on, sometimes it was about the latest book he was reading. He was also always supportive, understanding and willing to answer any an all questions. Every once in a while I got to hear some of the inside skinny about the fertility industry which was always fascinating to me.

I feel like I have just taken a long flight and happened to find my seat mate an enjoyable person to talk with. Okay, so the plane almost crashed several times and there were a lot of tears and negative experiences, but it wasn't my seat mate's fault and he was actually a comfort to have around. But now the flight is over and we have disembarked to go our separate ways. Perhaps our paths will cross again.

8 comments:

battynurse said...

Wow. That's a fairly big moment. I hope so much for you that this is truly the last ever visit to the RE that isn't just a hi look at my beautiful kids visit.

Lavender Luz said...

I literally breathed a sign of transition as I read.

Sunny said...

The image of walking through those double doors, soon to realize the family we've been dreaming of... that's the best ending to the IF journey.

Congratulations on disembarking in such a beautiful place!

Me said...

This post literally brought tears to my eyes. I am so freaking happy for you Kami!

Leah and Maya said...

YEEEE-HAAAAW! follow the yellow brick road follow the yellow brick road. I just love it, I am still with you on the planning ahead very scary to get your hopes up unfortunetly hate to tempt the fertility gods. So sad though would be so much more fun to jsut know it will all work out, hope this kid has a few peices of clothing before he/she is born.

Summer said...

This post just makes me smile!

Caro said...

Fantastic!

MrsSpock said...

I am so glad you guys are following the Yellow Brick Road away from shots and ultrasound forever. Whoo hoo!