It was another long wait… 1.5 hours… but it was actually worth it this time!
We actually saw the consultant this time! As soon as I walked in the room and saw him I was nervous! He’s scary… He asked what we’d been told about our tests (ultrasound, HSG, bloods, SA’s), and asked about my cycles, symptoms etc. So I told him, and then he basically relayed it back to us and told me I don’t OV, which I know already… And then he said he would like to put me on medication (clomid) but I need to lose weight first… Argh, I nearly burst out crying cos I thought he wasn’t going to give us any! I told him I’ve already lost 45 lbs, and he kept saying I need to lose weight, I said ‘Yes’, he said ‘Yes isn’t good enough’ – my GP and my friend were right, he is scary (and strict)! Even hubby was intimidated! Although he said he is strict but he gets results! So I’ll just put up with it!
Anyway, he said he will put his trust in me and give me clomid and we have to go back in two months (if it hasn’t worked by then), but if I haven’t lost any… Well, then I’m sure he’ll shout at me!
So I have two rounds of 50mg (he will give us up to 9 months worth). I have to wait until AF arrives and then take it on days 2-6, BD from day 10 onwards, but tbh I think we’ll be at it like rabbits, have waited long enough already!… He said if AF doesn’t arrive around/after CD28 then to take a test…
So now I’m nervous, but excited at the same time as we are actually getting somewhere after 2 and a bit years!
So we went for our next appointment on Tuesday, to find out the results of my HSG and basically see what step to take next.
Well what a waste of time that was! We were in there all of 3 minutes, after a 45 minute wait anyway as they were running late. And yet again it was a different doctor we saw – 3 visits so far, 3 different doctors. Just wondering if we’ll ever actually meet the man himself! Anyway, the doctor told us that my HSG was fine, tubes are clear – that’s a good thing to come out of the visit I suppose, no more worrying about that. But the consultant (Mr Odukoya) wasn’t actually there today, so she couldn’t tell us what was going to happen next. WHAT?! You have to be kidding me, right? After the palava we’ve had getting this far! (Not that she was to know, but that’s what I was thinking) I don’t understand why they can’t just write in the notes what to do next, so the person seeing you knows? I thought that’s what they did, obviously thought wrong…
Not to worry though, only got to wait another week! Sigh. Luckily she rang through and managed to make us an appointment for next Tuesday instead (after asking if that was OK, to which I replied along the lines of “Well it will have to be, wont’t it?!”). Hopefully 4th time lucky, hey?!
I think last night I had a breakdown that was a long time coming. I think I’ve been strong and holding everything in for too long. I’ve tried to do the being happy thing, smiling through it, but deep down, I am slowly dying inside, and hurting so bad.
What set me off was the amount of people announcing pregnancies. I may have been able to cope, if it wasn’t for the alcohol consumption, or maybe I wouldn’t, who knows. (I get really emotional when I drink wine, and I’m what you would call a ‘lightweight’ as well). Yesterday was also a month until our FC visit when we found out my HSG results and basically where we go from there, which could shape the rest of our lives.
All this news hit me really hard. The final one just totally broke me, I felt like my world had come crashing down around me. I literally downed a glass of wine, no sipping here. I then just had to go and have a damn good cry. I just couldn’t stop. Paul came to comfort me, me crying that I couldn’t cope anymore, that I just couldn’t do it, and then he said the words you really don’t want to hear, especially form your husband! – “We can always adopt”… I mean, I’m in a such a state, and you come out with that?! Not that it will probably get to that point that we have to do that, I think he just didn’t know what to say to comfort me, as I was in the worst state I have ever been in.
Needless to say, I told him to just leave me alone and I cried some more. And more. And then I did something really stupid, which I have never even thought about before. I went to the bathroom and tried to make myself sick. It was horrible. I just wanted to feel better. I kept trying and trying, about five times, but I just couldn’t. My throat was killing then, my eyes were bloodshot from crying so much. I then went back and cried some more. I eventually went downstairs and just held onto my husband, without him here, I don’t know what I would have done.
(TMI alert – don’t read on if you are easily offended!)
Well it’s over!
I was so nervous, felt sick, and dreading it beforehand, but it really wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, the strong painkillers I took an hour before my appointment probably helped! I arrived 5 minutes before my appointment, they called me pretty much on time. I was taken into a small ‘cupboard’ (OK, it was a room about as big as a cupboard) and given a bag for my belongings, and two gowns, one to put on my front and one for the back. I just used the front one as I had a long top on anyway and it covered me around the back. The nurse (1) went through my details, asked me relevant questions, and left me to get ‘changed’ while she helped set up in the x-ray room.
When I was ready she led me into the room, the gynae doctor wasn’t there yet so I sat and waited another few minutes, the radiographer went through my details again, and her and the nurse set up some more. Another nurse (2) arrived around this time too. The gynae doctor finally arrived and went through my details yet again!
Then I had to climb aboard the bed… ass at the end, legs wide open balanced on the edge! Not the most dignified really, but oh well, needs must! Everything was pretty much set up, the doctor got the speculum ‘up there’, I didn’t really feel it much to be honest. My right leg kept shaking and slipping off the edge, it’s really hard to keep your balance as your behind and legs are so close together right on the edge! The left one was fine though! Nurse 1 went around and held my leg in position in the end lol. Nurse 2 held my hand too, bless her, and they all kept asking if I was OK, so I felt pretty comfortable. The catheter was then put up, this was slightly uncomfortable and gave me cramps which I was expecting at some point. Then she *tried* inserting the clear liquid, it wasn’t having any of it though! So she had to change the catheter and try again. Second time lucky! This gave me slight cramps too. The radiographer then took images as the dye was going in and through my tubes, and it was over before I knew it.
I was then able to move back and let my legs regain themselves lol! During which time they cleared up. I was given a big granny pad in case of leakage from the liquid and any spotting. I did take my own but just wanted to get home as I had period type pains. All of them said I was a really good patient which I was pleased about, cos I was expecting to be a nightmare!
They didn’t really say anything about whether my tubes were clear or not, looking back I wish I had asked, as I now have to wait until our next FC appt., but not much I can do in the meantime anyway.
Tips for anyone who has to undergo a HSG procedure:
- Take a couple of strong painkillers about an hour before your appointment – I really think these helped with the pain, but it depends what your pain threshold is.
- Just relax – I know it’s easier said than done with alsorts being shoved up there, but it will also help it to be less painful, and easier for the doctor so it will be over and done with quicker.
- If they don’t tell you whether you are clear or not, ask, if it will help to put your mind at ease.
- Take your own sanitary towel, as you will probably have some leaking and slight spotting, unless you want a big thick one to take away with you! 😉
So tomorrow is the dreaded HSG. I am really not looking forward to it, I’m squeamish even at the thought of having blood taken! I’ve been advised to take strong painkillers about an hour before, and to take a pad, as the hospital ones are ginormous apparently!
I’m going to probably be in pain for the next 2 or 3 days, meaning lots of rest and no exercise…argh! What am I gonna do without that?! It’s the one thing that has been keeping me going and (usually – not today because of the nerves) cheers me up. (I know, who would’a thought it?!)
Also have a job interview on Friday, I hope I’m not in too much pain for that, I will have to take some painkillers I think, and just do my best.
I will let you know how it goes tomorrow, as I’m sure I’ll be on the sofa for the rest of the day when it is over…