Egg collection day arrives
My Mum picked me up this morning and we took the train together to London. It’s great to have some moral support but also essential to have someone there for the return journey where you may experience side effects from the anaesthetic. I felt very sick on the way home but you can also feel dizzy and disorientated.
We arrived at the hospital and after being shown to my cubicle the Anaesthetist came round to formally explain the procedure, check how I was feeling and verify my medical history to eliminate any complications. Very shortly afterwards after changing into a stylish robe and slippers(!) I was wheeled off for the op. The nurses are lovely – so happy, friendly and reassuring they did a final confirmation of who I was and made sure I was comfortable and …..zonk.
I woke up in the cubicle with my mum sat next to me and a nurse stood at the end of the bed with a cup of tea and a biscuit. Apparently I’d already come round enough to say “milk, no sugar” but have no recollection of it! I felt a bit woosy but fine. The nurse asked me if I wanted to know how many eggs they’s got…Of course I did, “22” I was elated!! It had all been worth it. I’d managed to do my bit.
After a short rest, a trip to the loo (essential before they let you home) and a blood pressure check I was discharged. We took the journey home slowly and carefully and I got home at 6:00pm where I had a lovely bath, cuddle from my son and went to bed. It had been an exhausting day.