Our first round of IVF, after the long waiting list experience that many of you will be familiar with, seemed to be going so well. I didn't react as badly to the hormones as I feared, and injecting, while not a doddle, was nowhere near as bad as I thought. 9 eggs collected at pretty much exactly the moment predicted at the nurses consultation, 5 embryos. Transfer was Sunday, and disappointingly, only one embryo made it. But as they say, it only takes one.
So we excitedly looked at the screen, saw our little blastocyst go in, joked about whose eyes it had. Went home happy, had an easy Sunday and went to bed. At 4 am I woke up, and I knew immediately; a UTI. It's been a decade since I had one. Why on earth NOW? I try fooling myself that it could be something else, 'I don't have an infection that is going to make my body fight foreign cells, putting our little blasto at risk. I won't need antibiotics'. But I know better and go into full on panic attack. After everything we had to go through to get to this point; is everything now undone by a stupid and simple UTI?!
Call the clinic in the morning, who say to get myself down to the GP asap. I've only slept 4 hours because I couldn't get myself to calm down enough to sleep. By now I'm panicking so badly that when I get to the GP I actually faint. In front of a waiting room full of people who must be wondering what on EARTH could be wrong with this weird woman. Thankfully my husband had the foresight to come with me and he caught me before I hit the ground. The GP was lovely, diagnosed the UTI and prescribed antibiotics that can be given in the first trimester. He said there's no reason to think they would affect the embryo. He checked with a colleague just to put minds at ease.
They're starting to work, I'm slowly starting to feel better. I've had a good night's sleep. I'm daring to hope that we still have a chance. But oh my goodness, this was some way to kick off the two week wait!