First, the good news and then the better news.
Our first appointment with the private fertility clinic was very positive. We like our new Reproductive Endocrinologist (RE) and the clinic staff were all friendly and helpful. The office is brand-new and glossy, like something out of a magazine or a movie. When we arrived, a very beautiful lady offered us bottled water from the fancy cooler in the waiting room. Name brand bottled water, no less: none of the Kirkland stuff we buy when we’re not drinking from the tap at home.
As The Electrician pointed out, the staff at the private clinic are technically working “for us” in this scenario and they have a significant interest in keeping their clientele happy. So far, so good.
We signed all the paperwork to have our chart forwarded to the new clinic, and signed some terrifying forms with unsettling statements like “cannot guarantee the survival or safety” to have our wee embryos transferred to the new clinic as well.
Given how difficult the IVF cycle was on me physically and emotionally, the thought of something happening to our fifteen little embryos makes me queasy. If something goes wrong, we don’t have the resources on any level to do another round of in-vitro treatment.
I imagine moving the embryos is like shopping for frozen foods on a hot day. Even if you plan out your trip and move the ice cream in one of those space foil bags that’s supposed to keep it frozen, something could go wrong. You could get stuck in traffic. Your car’s AC could refuse to function. You could get pulled over for a busted tail light and take way too long to get your groceries home. Your rocky road might be in pathetic puddles past the point of rescue, and not a thing you can do to remedy it.
Except in this case, what’s being moved are our potential children. Embryos at five days’ gestation, folks. They are the most delicate thing I can imagine and need exactly the right environment to remain frozen and viable. I get heart palpitations just thinking about them travelling from one scientific freezer to another.
So it was a huge relief today when I got a call from the private clinic that all fifteen embryos arrived, safe and sound. They remain in excellent condition and appear viable for transfer–not all at once, of course.
I didn’t know today was moving day, which is probably a good thing. Had known my maybe babies were going on a road trip, I would have not been able to focus on anything else until I knew they had arrived safely to their frosty new home.
Anonymous medical person who moved our embryos safely, thank you. Our family is grateful you took such good care of them on their journey between the labs.