Sounds like some mathematics problem, eh? Math is not my thang by any means, but when it came to fertility, probability mattered. By the point of transfer, I think we were both in so much shock that we actually made it that far, that the thought of three embryos didn’t even phase us. To boot, Dr. Lavy and his staff had gotten us that far that we weren’t going to doubt his recommendations then…or ever.
Recently, I have seen a lot of posts regarding transferring one or two embryos and I have received some outreach on the matter as well. The truth is it all comes down to
numbers, circumstance, numbers~ well I guess both. In the end your circumstance relates to your numbers, right? If you have 11 frosties (frozen embryo babies) then chances are your doctor is going to suggest transferring one. If you’re on your third round of IVF, with only a handful of embryos left to spare, they’ll probably recommend using two. If you’re us, everyone’s so dumbfounded how you even have embryos they say screw it, transfer them all. Just kidding…sort of. I mean our circumstances and our numbers were grim. At the day of transfer we had 3 embryos quality enough to use. Basically there was nothing left and it was a miracle in and of itself that we had gotten the two handfuls or so of sperm to even attempt IVF with ICSI at all. Moreso, we were open, maybe even hopeful, to the idea of having twins.
While I had envisioned transferring 2 embryos on a day 5 transfer, that was not the case. See, I couldn’t help myself. I was still planning it all out. Getting the call that we would be doing a day 3 transfer threw me off more than the idea of transferring three embryos. Strange, right? But as the doctor sat in front of us, scribbling as he usually did, he flat out said, “You won’t be having triplets.” He knew our circumstances. His recommendation was transferring three to get two or even just that “one”-it was the best probability.
That “one”. If only you could see him morning, noon, and night like I do. He is something special. My husband has recently been joking that he thinks the doctor added a little something to the embryo because being this cute and perfect couldn’t possibly be from just us. He amazes me each day as he combines words and “talks” about things we did the days before. He’s loving and affectionate, wild and sassy all- in-one. As his second birthday approaches, he’s a combination of that little infant that relied on me for everything and this autonomy-aspiring, mini spitfire who says “No, mommy” when I try to help him from tipping over the cereal bowl. He’s our “one” that was chosen just for us to protect, teach, raise, and adore. He’s the “one” who made us a family.
So as we dabble with the notion of turning 3 into 4, I get a lot of questions about if we try for another, will we have to do IVF again. Yes, we most certainly will and more likely than not my husband will have to have the TESE surgery again as well. We are not that infertile couple that had to do IVF the first time and then, as fate should have it, wound up pregnant naturally the second time. I sometimes envision it, but then am reminded of the circumstance. What’s the probability of getting this lucky twice?!