It’s the third day of hormonal stimulation with
Merional. I wanted to drop a line earlier but the weekend was such a fuss. My
first Merional injection was on Saturday and congratulate me: I did it myself. It
was very stressful, I must admit. But there was no one there to help me so this
was my only option. You know, in reality it’s even easier than I thought it
would be. A bit scary, though. All I needed to do is to watch a few videos on
you tube where other ladies show how to get everything ready for injection and
then how to do it correctly. I did in my belly. As far as I understood, this
very medication can be done into belly and into bottom. For me it was easier to
do it into my belly. Moreover, I had an aching place in my bottom for a few
days after Dipherelin injection and it was probably the worst complication of
this injection. For a few days, it was even painful for me to sit for a long
time. I’m endlessly proud of myself that I learnt to do injections on my own because
I have a lot more days of stimulation ahead and it’s really great not to rely
on someone else in this very important process.
I’m feeling well. I mean no weird feelings in my
ovaries. Yet. I experience no changes by now apart from my accelerating
nervousness. I sleep badly, often wake up in the middle of the night with the
feeling I forgot to do something important or vice versa – did something wrong.
The less days are left to our departure to Kiev, the more restless I get. To
double all these feelings, it was an accident with my son yesterday. To make a
long story short, my husband’s brother came to our place and they played with
Den. He spinned him around, throw him up and gave him a ride on his back. They adore
playing together. Then we all (adults) went to the kitchen to have some tea and
Den was in the living room. He jumped on the sofa. He still was very playful
and wanted someone to share his joy. Just in around 30 seconds, he run into the
kitchen all in tears and screaming: “Mom, it hurts! It hurts!” He showed on his
chest. I rolled over his shirt and I saw that the upper part of his belly was
red. And he was crying out loud. He didn’t stop crying even when we tried to
draw his attention with cartoons. No, it didn’t help. The stupidest thing was
that no one even noticed what happened. I saw him on the sofa. It’s soft with
lots of pillows, no rigid elements at all. We also didn’t hear any peculiar
sounds of a fall. I didn’t know why he was crying, really. And this was the
most terrifying thing about that all. Finally, we decided to drive him to the
hospital to make sure that there was no serious injury. He was still crying
however he started looking on the passing by cars and we guessed what brand the
cars were and he almost forgot of his pain. When we entered the doctor’s room
he wasn’t crying anymore. However, we were still stressed out. The doctors
examined him, did x-ray and ultrasound, also took his blood. Hopefully,
everything was fine. The doctor told that it even doesn’t look like an injury. He
said maybe allergy or irritation. I then asked why he was crying out loud because
of irritation? Really? In any case, they let us go home. It was already late
night and Den’s eyes were merely closing. He went to bed. In the morning, his
belly still looked reddish but this time we could see very tiny micro scratched
just under his lower ribs. Ok, it seems that he just scratched his belly on
something. He said he fell on a pillow and a pillow has a zipper. Probably, he
scratched on that zipper. I don’t know. The main thing is that everything’s ok.
And it seems that Den also has an ability to over exaggerate his pain
(obviously). It was just a scratch, but he was crying so badly that I thought
someone is killing him. Oh, a crazy evening, after all.
Sorry for sharing this all here. In any case, if you
already have children, you understand how it feels. If you still don’t – now you
know how it may feel. Parenting a kid is not only cuddling in bed on Sunday
morning, it’s also the ability to drive to the hospital in 5 minutes (given
that usually it takes not less than 15 minutes to drive there). In any case, it
was an extra reason for me to get a few new grey hairs. This is what real
parenting is. Especially with boys: they are so restless and always on a move. And
even if your house seems 100% baby safe, he would still find a place to injure
himself.
We’re departing to Kiev tomorrow evening. It’s not a
direct flight, so it will take us almost 6 hours to get to Kiev airport. Then it’s
also around 40 minutes’ drive from the airport to city center. I know they will
provide us with a driver. We’ll be there late at night so I hope we’ll get to
our hotel with no traffic jams. Yes, Kiev is a busy city with lots of cars, so
traffic jams are a common thing there. Not at night, I hope.
I’ve told them that we’re travelling with our son so
asked them to provide us with two bed-room apartment. I hope they will. Let it
be small but still separate. The hotel we stayed in the last time seemed to be
too small and rooms are tiny, so I hope this time they will provide us with apartment
or better hotel room, at least.
I’ll keep posting when any updates.
Have a great week!
