Ovarian Drilling

Bear with me as I try to type out the whole thing. Just to get this out of the way here is a clip from a website.

"Ovarian drilling, done during laparoscopy, is a procedure in which a laser fibre or electrosurgical needle punctures the ovary 4 to 10 times. This treatment results in a dramatic lowering of male hormones within days and is often performed in women who have polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS). Studies have shown that up to 80 percent of patients will benefit from such treatment. Many women who fail to ovulate with clomiphene or Metformin therapy will respond when these medications are reintroduced to the system after ovarian drilling. Side effects are rare, but may result in adhesion formation or ovarian failure if there are complications during the procedure."

The surgery was at 730am, and we had to be there at 530. I woke up, and took a shower. Blew my hair dry a little bit, and got on some comfy pants. We got to the hospital, and I got called back to pre-op pretty quick. I felt like I was sitting back there forever though. They of course had me do a pee test, and of course I wasn't pregnant. I told the lady doing the IV that I was a hard stick, and she thought she landed my vein on the first try. Boyyyy was she wrong. She noticed the fluid wasnt running through the IV. She touched the IV and it hurt like holy hell. The area had gotten all hard, and blown up. She got it out, and its still a little sore. Oh yeah, this was last Tuesday. Anyways, the second one she got in okay. Then they finally got Jonathan back there, and he was so nervous to see me in hospital bed, and I had to coax him to get him to come close to me. Then my MIL and SIL showed up, but they were only there for a second. They did get to meet my fertility doctor though, which was kind of cool. I think 3 different people came back from anesthesia and asked me the same questions, and one doctor even asked me if I smoked 4 different times. Then Jonathan had to go back out to the waiting room, and I was nervous at that point. They told me they were going to take me back to the operating room, but first give me a shot of something to calm me down. They explained all the crap that was going to go down in there, and all the fun stuff. By the time I got to the operating room I felt fabulous. Lol. I didn't even care about where I was. I'm not even sure if the oxygen mask touched my face before I passed out.

Fast forward to me waking up, everything was really blurry at first, and I was in so much pain. I remember moaning, and the nurse asking if I was in pain. I was. They had an oxygen mask on me, and only took it off to give me the pill. After a little while they took it off of me, and put the tube things in my nose for oxygen. They told me I was having trouble breathing on my own, and I needed to focus on taking deep breaths. I kid you not, if my mind trailed for a second onto something else, my little alarm would go off because my oxygen levels dropped. Scary. I remember asking the lady when I would get to see my husband. She told me it wouldn't be until I got moved to the next room. I layed there and just kind of floated for a while.

They moved me to the next room, where I had to sit in a recliner type thing, and not a bed. Seeing Jonathan was the best thing ever. We sat around in the room for awhile, and they finally told me I could get dressed. I had the hardest time moving, and Jonathan pretty much had to dress me. When I first stood up it felt like water running down my leg. I told Jonathan I thought I might be bleeding, and when he looked down there were droplets of blood on the floor. He went to get the nurse. She said it was normal, but that she had forgot to give me a pad. I didn't even bring one because I wasn't aware I would be bleeding. They discharged me, and sent me home with scripts for Motrin 800, and Tylonel 3. Yeah freakin right!

Well, right around the time that we pulled into the driveway the percocet wore off, and the medicine wouldn't be ready for another half an hour. I hard the hardest time getting into the house, even with Jonathan's help. I cried all the way to the front door. It hurt so bad, everything hurt. After he got me into bed, he left to pick up the medicine. Someone started knocking on my door, loud knocking. I don't know how I did it, but somehow I managed to make it to the front door. I opened it, and my best friend's mom had sent me flowers.   It was wonderful, but terrible that I had to carry them back to bed, and find some way to get back into bed.

He gets home, and let me just tell you for the first 24 hours Motrin and T3's weren't cutting it, but I had to deal with it. My arms and legs swelled up so big and hurt so much. Oh yeah, and I also discovered I had stitches once I got home. They didn't bother to tell me that at the hospital. I couldn't sleep at all, and it was like I wasn't even tired. I called the answering service for my doctor to see if they could give me more percocet, and another doctor called and said I would either have to go to the ER or wait until morning. The very last thing I wanted to do was go sit at the ER. But still I could not sleep, and they told me at the hospital I would be tired. Finally at around 11pm I took a benadryl as a last resort. I don't have any idea how it worked, considering the codine in the Tylonel wasn't making me sleepy. I did finally get some sleep.

Ever since then I have woke up every day feeling a little better. On Wednesday we made a 6 hour drive to Tennessee for Jonathan's Papa's funeral. I don't know where I got the strength for the trip the day after surgery, but I did. My post-op appointment is tomorrow at 9am, and I am excited to find out whats next. Thanks for reading.

Alright, I know, I am the worst, (Emmi)

Blogger that is. I just can't keep myself motivated to write in it all the time. It is so much easier to record a video and upload it than to sit here and write. When I sit to write a blog, I dont even know what to talk about.


Well...we did go on a great vacation! Me, Jonathan, Jhielysa, Bobbert, and Chris all went to Gatlinburg and had a great time. On the the first full day there we went rafting, and much to my amusement Bobbert and Chris both fell out of the raft. :) We spent a lot of our time go karting and playing putt putt. But, one very important thing, the Ripley's Fertility Statues are on a world tour right now. ANDDDD they just happened to be in Gatlinburg. :D Of course we went there as well! It was over all one of the best vacations so far.

I have done nothing but work since we got back, but hey, it builds character right? Right now, just so you know, I am waiting on AF and I hope as soon as that shows up I have much better things to talk about. :D

Wednesday, I thought we were friends? (Emmi)

Let's start by saying this is scheduled to be the worst day ever. I am working for 2 hours this morning for my boss, to come home and stay up until noon, wake up Jonathan, and then he gets to wait for someone to come look at a puppy. Then take the puppies to the vet. While I sleep until 4. (We both work 3rd shift, by the way) So the deal is that we both get to sleep for four hours before we work tonight. And poor Jonathan is working 10s.

So, we are talking on the phone during his break, and then he goes "My car won't start." Wonderful. :( We are hoping its a little problem, and nothing major. We have a big trip planned for next weekend, plus the injectables next month. This is set up to be a tough month. But I am sure we can squeeze through it.



Ugh, this whole day sounds awful, and I haven't really started it yet.

It's Nice to Meet You!

Hello there! And welcome to our blog. Let me introduce us. We are Jonathan and Emmi. Met in high school, and were friends. Emmi went onto graduate in 2005, and we lost contact. Then after what seemed like a year that lasted forever, we found each other again in April of 06, and have been inseparable ever since. We dated for awhile, and then got engaged in August of 07. Then we got married a year later. We are one happy couple. I don't mean to brag, but hey! We have 3 beautiful dogs, and 1 hilarious cat. Our own little house. You know, the usual. Now, onto the reason for the blog.

This blog is intended to document our fertility journey, which started 2 long years ago in July of 08. We have always wanted a baby together, and as irresponsible as you may all take this we hardly ever tried to prevent the making of our future baby from the beginning, if you catch my drift. ;) Emmi always knew something was wrong, and her periods were never regular. In January of 07 she was diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome). It was one of the hardest time in her life, coping with the possibility of never having children.

We have collectively done 6 failed rounds of Clomid, and have even spoken to potential birthmoms about adoption. We have an appointment with our 4th doctor, and hope to start injectables. We want this blog to be here for our friends and family (and whoever else may come across it) to open their eyes to our experiences, and exactly what its like to be a young couple struggling with infertility. So that we can share exactly what is going through our heads. We can't promise every blog will be about baby making, but will either be from one of us or the other, maybe both. We want you all to see who we are, and the things we go through. Jonathan may make a post about his new favorite computer game, or Emmi may make a post about dinner. Just our lives in general. And then, when the soul of our baby finds us we are going to show you all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly.


We hope you all enjoy it.

And thanks for watching!

-Jonathan and Emmi