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June 18, 2018

A couple days ago, I received a box of all the medications I will be using for IVF.   I knew the box was coming, since I was the one who ordered it, so there was no surprise when I saw the package on the doorstep.  

 

What WAS surprising, however, was how LARGE the box was.  I was told that there would be some refrigerated medications packed in ice, so I assumed that was the reason for the box size.

 

Nope.  

 

The refrigerated items took up a small corner of the box.  The rest was... well, the rest (I'm not going to lie: There was a moment where I got a little dizzy thinking about all those medications going into my body).  I was immediately overwhelmed by it all.  I tried combing through to see what was what but I just couldn't.  There was even a packing slip that suggested I take inventory of the supplies.

 

Yeah, nope.

 

I had to walk away, far away.... outside, to be exact, just so that I could catch my breath.  I tried looking at the box again, a little later, to see if I could handle it then, but I just couldn't.  So I closed it up and ignored it.  I didn't move it, didn't touch it, didn't look at it.  For days.

 

However, my "shot-teaching" appointment with the doctor was a couple days later so I did have to build up some courage... but it was just enough to grab the one medication I had to bring with me to the appointment.  That morning, I squared up to the box, took a deep breath and dove my hand into the contents quickly.  Once I had my hand on the little package I yanked it out and closed the box back up.

 

I was actually pretty proud of myself for finally going into the box.  Maybe the worst was over? 

 

Again... nope. 

 

At my appointment, I was given the medication calendar and the shot instructions.  My head was spinning and I had to tell myself not to cry.  I know this is the path that we've chosen and it will all work out the way it's supposed to- but I think I was just completely overwhelmed.  My husband was out of town and I was trying to line my work schedule, child-care schedule, IVF schedule and personal calendar up in my head.  All the while, making a mental note of medication administration days and times AND juggling a fundraiser 'to-do list'.

 

I am surprised that made it out of that appointment without having a complete breakdown, but I did.  Then I made it through the rest of the day fairly unscathed... maybe just a little fried.  

 

It actually wasn't until the next morning when I was staring the needle in the face that I really started to lose it.  I don't know if it was lack of sleep, tons of stress or just the idea of poking myself with a needle, but I had a few tears.  I just sat there at the counter and let myself feel whatever it was that I was feeling.  

 

I stared at the syringe and it stared at me.  I think we hated each other.  Then I took a deep breath and had myself a little conversation with that guy.  Okay, you little jerk... I'm doing this and you're going to cooperate.  Keep in mind: I can break you.  

 

And then I did it.  Giving myself a shot was actually physically easier than I was making it out to be- but the mental load is still heavy.  While it didn't feel great, it also didn't hurt too bad.  There was just a little stinging and some localized, but super minor, discomfort.  I've done it twice now but I still have quite a bit more to go.  An entire box, actually.

 

I think the bottom line in all of this is that it's not a light/easy/uncomplicated thing we are doing here.  I need to allow myself to feel whatever it is that I'm feeling.  I think it's natural to be uncomfortable with the unnatural process we are going through.  I imagine that most, if not all, couples doing IVF feel some level of apprehension and stress at some point. 

 

Or, at least I hope they do... otherwise, I'm just a big wimp.

 

And, I still don't know if I have all the medications.

 

 

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