I have had such an up and down week since last Thursday, when I began this cycle’s round of testing and treatment.
The first portion of my medical instructions for this cycle included daily bloodwork and transvaginal exams that began at the end of my follicular phase. The experience was pretty uncomfortable, and extremely suspenseful as I waited each day to see whether or not I would ovulate. The biggest concern of this past week revolved around the fact that there was some confusion about the development of my dominant follicle. I’d been told that it had grown from 1.4cm, to 1.7cm, and then to 2.2cm! As my follicle grew, I felt confident that it would soon rupture (a good thing!).
While in class on Tuesday morning, I got a phone call from my doctor saying that my follicle had actually not grown to 2.2cm, and that for the past few days it had remained at 1.7cm. This was the last thing I wanted to hear. I feared it would mean that I wouldn’t ovulate, or that something was wrong with it to have caused it to stop growing. It’s bad enough that I have low progesterone and (potential) endometriosis. I didn’t want to find out that I had ovulation issues as well.
Thankfully, ovulation did happen and I was able to stop going to my daily exams. The woman who performed my transvaginal exams assured me that my follicle had grown to 2.2cm, and that there must have been some confusion in the paperwork they’d sent my doctor. I don’t know what happened, but I am glad that portion of this cycle is over! The next set of instructions was to start my progesterone injections.
On one hand, I was excited for these injections. My doctor hinted at the possibility that I could be conceiving and losing my children without ever knowing it, because of how low my levels of progesterone are. I’m praying that, if I do concieve this cycle, these progesterone injections will be enough to allow implantation and save my child’s life.
On the other hand – the needle is huge! I’ve never had a shot with a needle as big as the needles we are using. And being an avid “googler,” I have seen some pretty scary progesterone injection horror stories!
So, how did it go?
A friend of mine sent me an instructional video to watch as hubby prepared to give me the injection. Using the video and the written instructions from our doctor, we prepared and drew up the progesterone into the syringe. I laid down on my stomach, shut my eyes, and expected to feel the sharp jab of a large needle entering my skin. But instead of me, it was husband who ended up yelling “Ouch!”
He had accidentally stabbed himself, trying to get the cap off of the needle. In his defense, those caps were really difficult to get off!
After washing the blood off of his finger and changing needles, we started over. He stuck the needle in so quickly that I didn’t even feel it going in! Afterward, he spent the next two and a half minutes injecting all of the progesterone into my skin. The injection actually hurt more after the shot than during. The entire left side of my rear and left leg was numb for over two hours afterward, and almost immediately after the injection I began to feel sleepy and subdued.
I let hubby massage the progesterone into my skin, walked around our apartment for a bit, and then laid down with a heating pad. It might be silly, but I read somewhere that pineapples help with implantation – so I bought a pineapple and have been eating it all week.
Hey, I need all the help (and hope) I can get!
Despite the busyness of being monitored, tested, and injected this cycle – I am happy to finally be doing something. For too many months, hubby and I had been blindly trying to concieve with no idea of what could be wrong or what to do about it. I am so grateful for my new doctor and for her aggression in helping us get to the bottom of our infertility.
All in all, I’d say my first progesterone injection was a success!
What was your first progesterone injection like?