On a Saturday morning in November, the week before Thanksgiving, we got our chance. A shopping bag filled to the top with $3,737.50 of medication was delivered to Dr. N’s office, and Nurse Danielle laid everything out. There were syringes and alcohol swabs and things that needed to be refrigerated and things that needed to be shoved up my privates and patches and oral medication and baby aspirin for after the transfer and valium for the day of. There was one little prescription bottle of antibiotics that Noah will have to take the day he gives his sperm sample; everything else was for me. Nurse Danielle carefully went over each step on our very extensive calendar.
The first shot is Menopur. It comes in powdered form in little vials and we have to use the syringe to mix three vials with sodium chloride, change the gigantic needle to a smaller, friendlier one, and then Noah shoots the stuff into my stomach. At our “injection lesson” I could tell he was nervous. There were a lot of steps and he wasn’t sure if I’d have a reflex reaction of punching him in the face. Nurse Danielle instructed him to pinch my belly fat, which he did the way a mama tiger would carry her cubs by the neck, and then he stuck the needle in. My eyes were closed the whole time so I’m not sure what happened. It hurt and my tummy was sore after, but Noah was very proud of himself. We’ve both felt so helpless, but now he could do something to be helpful.
The next shot was the Follistim Pen. This was kind of complicated too, but Noah loved it. It was like a little action figure doll from his childhood that had removable parts—like a transformer that went from robot-man to airplane. He removed some parts and attached the thin vial of liquid into the Pen, like he would an ink cartridge in a regular pen. Then he put it back together and set the dial for the amount he wanted to dispense, and then he stuck it in my leg and pushed the medication in. The injection itself didn’t hurt, but it stung for a few minutes after. Part of me was waiting for the hormones to kick in, and to feel rage or extreme irritability as soon as the shot went in, but I didn’t feel anything. I kept asking if a beard was sprouting as I imagined one of the shots to my leg would result in a Chia Pet-like goatee within seconds.
We will go back to the doctor to have my follicles monitored and to introduce new medications. Looking at our schedule for the next 10 days is overwhelming, so we just have to take it one day at a time.
great man :D
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