We made the difficult decision to transfer the last two embryos together. Our reasoning was that these were our two lowest quality embryos, so they had lower chances of sticking, and we wanted the best chance for success.
The transfer itself was really unique. Another doctor from the clinic performed the transfer, and we clicked really well with him. After it was completed, he asked if he could pray with us, and offered an incredibly beautiful, sincere prayer on behalf of our two perfect boys.
I am really good at waiting until 7 days after transfer to take a test, but absolutely no later.
At our first ultrasound at 5w6d, we had TWO heartbeats! Baby A was our little rockstar, right on track and giving us a show with an audible heartbeat. Baby B was growing a little bit behind schedule, but looked healthy and happy.
At our second ultrasound at 7w6d, we saw that Baby B was measuring at 6w0d, so he had stopped growing shortly after the first ultrasound. Baby A, however, was starting to look like a REAL BABY.
After this appointment, we "graduated" from the IVF clinic and scheduled an appointment with a regular OBGYN (was I finally "normal"?). We waited 3 weeks for that appointment, and in those 3 weeks, something started feeling off.
I was instructed to continue taking the progesterone injections through week 10. My appointment was scheduled for week 11. About 2 or 3 days after I stopped the progesterone, all of my pregnancy symptoms went away. The nausea, the headaches, the cramping - all gone. I bought a home doppler and couldn't find the heartbeat, but I also knew it was difficult to find so early on. I just didn't have much hope that things were still going well.
At the OB appointment, I was 11w0d. The doctor hooked me up to the abdominal ultrasound and said he could see the baby, but couldn't pick up the heartbeat well enough, so he was going to switch to a transvaginal ultrasound. I waited on the table foreverrr for them to come in with a new machine. They were completely silent while conducting the exam, and he was intently watching the screen, and then finally he turned to me and said "I'm not finding a heartbeat."
We discussed our options, and chose to do a D&C two days later. It was miserable. We had to arrive at the hospital at 5:00 am, and there was a huge family with rambunctious kids in the waiting room with us. I wanted to sink through the floor and just die. The nurse made sure to ask TWICE if I'd already had a pregnancy test done to prep for my anesthesia...like...girl, read the room.
These were our LAST embryos. How did we start with 15 and end up with zero? We thought we had our whole family (and then some) waiting on ice, but we walked away with nothing.
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