I wrote a couple weeks ago about my adventure in donating eggs. I was just getting ready to start my medications and was super nervous about it all. So here is the dizzy on the skizzy about the whole process and how I feel now that I have completed a successful cycle.
First I would like to kick the big purple elephant who is hanging out around this post out on his violet hued butt. Yes. I was compensated for donating my eggs, quite generously actually. No. That is not the reason I did it.
I actually hard a hard time with the compensation when I was first researching the program and facility that I used. Not only was I looking at how I felt about being paid to give another woman my genetic future so that she can have a baby of her own, but I also wondered how it as going to affect the perceptions people had of me and my willingness to “sell a baby”. Sadly enough this is still how many people feel about egg donation, ESPECIALLY when there is monetary exchange. I knew deep down inside that I was doing this out of a good place, however as much as I try to act like I don’t care…I am very sensitive to how people perceive me.
Dude. This egg donation thing is hard work. I’m not sure I got paid enough.
Outside of destroying my belly with multiple injections of medication a day I had ultrasounds at the office at least every other day…which is not close to my house at all. This includes weekends…your ovaries know no master. Not even a board certified reproductive endocrinologist armed with more fertility drugs than you can ever imagine can tell those suckers what to do. The cycle totally takes over your life and for those couple weeks your body and time really doesn’t belong to you anymore.
The first few days of my cycle were easy peasy. I wasn’t really uncomfortable until they added the second drug to the mix. A couple days after starting that second medication I could literally feel my ovaries bouncing around when I walked. I had to get up and sit down slowly, there were things brewing in there for sure. Every ultrasound you receive during the cycle in trans-vaginal and by about a week into my injections my ovaries were TOUCHING in the middle. That’s right, I said touching.
They count all the follicles and measure the size. It was obvious from the beginning that my body was off to the races so with my schedule the doctor had to toe a very fine line. He needed to ensure I produced enough mature eggs…but at the same time try not to throw me into Ovarian Hyper-stimulation Syndrome (OHSS). It can be very tricky, especially for a first time donor since they had no idea how my body would react to the medications.
Of course, because I am me, I got a pretty moderate case of OHSS after my egg retrieval. I was super bloated and uncomfortable for a few days, but it was nothing that couldn’t be handled with rest and a never ending line of Chinese food. Apparently the salt helps…they didn’t need to tell me twice!
Overall the recipients of my donation got THIRTY eggs to play with! Granted, some of them won’t be mature enough to use, some of them won’t fertilize and even if they do fertilize… there is no guarantee that they will implant. I am just content knowing that I did everything I could to help this couple have the baby they always wanted. A baby that they were scared to conceive using their own genetics due to certain genes they carry. A baby for them to love, raise and cherish.
I am content.