After finally getting an appointment with the infertility clinic, it was a year and a half into trying.
The doctor started on tests and as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, we did blood tests and a semen analysis. Both were fine, so I had to go through a procedure called a HyCoSy. This looks at whether there are any obstructions in my tubes.
I got the letter for the appointment and it had to be done a certain time during the month. Unfortunately I had to book it during my hubby’s lads holiday in Poland. The letter also said that someone had to come with me as I may not be able to drive home.
That freaked me out.
I may not be able to drive? It sounded super painful.
Luckily I have lovely parents who are also teachers and were on holiday at the time, so they agreed to come over and stay with me for a few days.
So, I live in a two-bed flat, and my dad is kinda old and needs to sleep in a bed… So… I ended up setting up a blow-up mattress in the spare room for myself and my parents slept in my bed.
I should be comfortable, right? My friend said that when she had to go through the HyCoSy, she didn’t feel anything at all, so all I needed was for my parents to drive me home and then I could just enjoy their company. (that is not what happened…)
Day of the operation.
Had to get naked (always super fun in front of your parents and strangers at the age of 29) and wear those weird robes which don’t really close. Plus legs were not quite shaved that recently. Needless to say that I was not sexy…
I then had to wait about half an hour (whilst wearing the uncomfortable robes!) in a room with other strangers, really awkward.
This other lady also in a gown was sitting there crying. I felt really sorry for her and wanted to give her a big hug, but wasn’t sure how that would go down, so I just sat there uncomfortable and tried not to look at her while she silently wept. Not a happy moment…
Finally, I was called into the operating room (not sure what else to call it). I asked my mum to come with me.
So basically, this is what a HyCoSy entails: they use a speculum to insert this tube up your vagina and tubes and then inject this blue liquid. Then, they insert the stick which is meant to detect any blockages.
I know this sounds ok, but let me tell you, it was fucking painful.
Well, the issue with me is that is (apparently, according to all the gynaecologists), I’ve got quite a deep cervix. this means that it’s not easy for doctors to get up there and do what they need to do…
So, this means that plastic speculums don’t work. So, they tried with the plastic ones about 4 times (with me screaming in agony as every time is super painful). Then they finally used the metal one and managed to get the liquid up there and have a look.
I then slowly walked back to the waiting room, tears streaming down my face, got changed and my dad drove us home.
I was then unable to get up from the sofa for 4 days.
The most painful thing EVER.
Trust me, I’m not a wimp and I do have a relatively high threshold for pain. Ouch.
three weeks later, I had an appointment with the doctor. No blockages and nothing to report which could explain my infertility.
I have to come back once we’ve been trying for 3 years.