The theme of ridiculousness continues. While many of the infertility struggles and procedures are emotionally and physically painful, they can also be quite comical. Not in a funny “ha ha” kind of way, but in an insane “I can’t believe this is my life” kind of way. We’ve had a ton of these moments over the past three years of trying to make a baby. They’ve made us closer as a couple and have shown us that how we perceive, interpret and react to a situation can determine whether it’s an awful, terrible dark moment or an absurd lesson in humility and patience.
Going for our second HSG X-Ray was one of those moments. I thought I was going to die during the first HSG. The radiologist jammed a french tipped balloon up my privates and pushed ink into my lady parts. The results were iffy. (There’s a glamour shot from my first HSG in a previous post). In February, we started seeing a new doctor through Kaiser who wanted to do the HSG again. My first instinct was, “Um, no thank you,” but when he described that he would personally place the balloon in my uterus in a more gentle way and then take me over to radiology for the X-ray part, it somehow didn’t seem as bad. The pay off would be that if the tubes were open we would have more choices other than IVF again. Fine.
Here is a rather humbling clip of the process for HSG #2:
And the results were open tubes!
So we don’t know why this time my tubes were open. It could be that the procedure itself blasted through whatever was blocking them in the first place, or it’s possible they’ve been open all along. It could also be that the way the procedure was done and the time it took to be wheeled across a major LA intersection allowed time for my uterus to relax, thus decreasing chance of spasm. Bottom line is that it worked, and it gave Noah and I a story we will never forget.