The day has finally come, our donor is scheduled for retrieval. They've scheduled my honey's 'drop off' an hour before. I go with him to the clinic to support the big day. It's a beautiful Saturday morning and we're giddy with excitement.
We have to sign a three-page legal agreement regarding our donor. There's additional charges as well. There's always a new charge and I feel frustrated that my insurance doesn't cover any of this. I live in California and i wonder if that has something to do with it. But I digress...
After the big 'drop off' (no, I didn't go in the room ... his choice, not mine) we took off to celebrate with a big breakfast. I do wish we had left flowers for our donor at the clinic. It didn't strike me until after we left. It would have been a lovely gesture as we're so grateful for her.
Within hours after the retrieval our doctor called to tell us the good news. Our doctor sounds like a radio announcer or an actor playing a doctor, so I'm always amused by his delivery. He said everything was 'just terrific' and we were the proud parents of 16 embryos! 16 is my lucky number. Always has been. Always will be.
It was a sunny day in January and hope was in the air. God, aint' science grand.
I was a donor (who is now experiencing infertility of her own - and has NO regrets!) and the most amazing thing my couple did for me was write me a letter. After everything else, that is what I kept... I still have that letter in my bedside table. If I could make any recommendations (above and beyond flowers or anything else) - write her a letter and tell her what she means to you.... That seriously made my day/month/year!
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