Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Waiting Game

This is a good point to say thank you to one of the greatest women I know, my mom.  It was such a privilege to have her come out and watch "the brothers" for us while we were in Chicago, it truly meant a lot that she came out--Thanks Mom!  Not only was she in charge of watching our boys, but she was also put in charge of watching the newest addition to our family.  Let me explain:

The day before we left for Chicago, Emily texted me and said, "We should get a bunny."  My first thought was, "What did you just say? Where did that come from?"  I asked her where she got that idea, because she has wanted absolutely NOTHING to do with pets (any kind of pet).  She said that on the ward blog, someone had posted that there were bunnies for sale ($8) and that she thought it would be fun for the kids (to this day, I am still shocked that she wanted to do this).  I said OK and we went and looked at the little bunnies.  The people selling them only had one left, it was a cute little thing, and Emily fell in love with it.  So, introducing the newest member of the Hutchings household, as of May 4, 2012, I give you:

If anyone asks who the rabbit belongs to, Cooper will instantly say, "Mine!"  But, the truth of the matter is that the true owner of the rabbit is Emily.  She will never admit to that, but it's true.  Here are a couple more pictures for ya (Ethan thinks that she REALLY loves carrots): 

Back to the reason behind this whole blog, the story.  I got home late Monday night so that I could go back to work the following morning, I had to leave Emily in Chicago which was not fun.  The actual transfer of the embryos wasn't going to happen until Saturday, so she was just sitting out there with not much to do for 3-4 days.  Most of you have probably already read her account of the transfer here:, but I am going to give my version.

As I have mentioned, my mom came down to help with the brothers while I was at work, she stayed with us until Friday afternoon (thanks again Mom for doing that).  Friday night was our ward's Father/Son Campout.  I unfortunately didn't go because I had to be in a cell phone area early Saturday morning for the phone call about the transfer.  Cooper was a little heart-broken that he couldn't go camping, that is his favorite thing to do in the world!  So, we had to stay home.

I got the phone call Saturday morning with Emily and Dr. Sherbahn asking a few questions about how many of the four viable embryos we wanted to put back into Emily, or what to do with the ones we don't transfer.  He told us that the embryos did not look to good, we had a pretty big fall off rate, meaning that most of the eggs that fertilized were lost, or just didn't continue to grow.  We did have 4 that were ok, they were at the morula stage as opposed to the blastula stage which gives better odds for pregnancy.  The doctor said that because they were still a little less developed than he likes, he would put up to 3 back in, even doing that he said that the likelihood of getting pregnant was not great, let alone the chance all three of them taking was about 0% (seems kinda funny now, huh?)  We decided to put 3 back in and see what happened to the fourth for another day (to see if it continued to grow or not).

That night I got on the internet and did some research about morula vs. blastula transfers, and for the most part, they were actually kind of positive, so that got my hopes up a little bit.  We were really hoping that we would get twins, after all both her mom and my mom had twins, also Dagmar had twins (from the same doctor we went to), so we would be able to go to them for advice.  Plus, with twins, we felt like we would be able to feel satisfied and say that we were definitely done with the in-vitro thing and we would be happy if that was our family.

The transfer went well, Emily had to take it easy for a couple of days.  The doctor called us the next day and told us that the other embryo didn't make it, so we were pretty sure that we weren't going to get pregnant.  My hopes were brought down again.  

Funny story, Emily had this thought in the back of her head that her flight home was Monday night, so on Sunday, she went to church, got back to the hotel and looked online to make sure her flight was all set for Monday, and low and behold--she had already missed her flight!  It was scheduled for Sunday morning.  So, she had to spend a few (quite a few, actually) so that she could get home.  I was just happy to get her home.  

At this point, the waiting game really began.  We had to wait for 2 weeks to see if we were pregnant or not.  That is the worst!  All of you mothers out there can relate to that, the anticipation of, "Am I pregnant or not?"  This is where I will leave you now, in anticipation to see if we got pregnant (haha!).

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Our Little Trio--The Journey

This blog is going to be dedicated to the thoughts and the feelings of 2 people who are bringing triplets into this world (this is where I scream in delight/fright).  This is my (Jake Hutchings) journal regarding this amazing journey that our family has embarked on.

It began with Emily coming to me and saying, "I think we need to do in-vitro again, as it will probably be the last time we will be able to do it before dental school, and then we'll be too old to do it again."  Being the wonderful husband I am, I replied, "OK."  Let me say here that my wife is the most amazing person I know, she began to get everything together, talking to doctors, talking to siblings, etc.  There is a wonderful In-Vitro specialist here in ABQ, and we were very tempted to go to him.  However, we just felt that we needed to go to the doctor that helped Dagmar (our sister-in-law) get pregnant with all of her babies.  I don't know why we thought that, given that her doctor, Dr. Sherbahn, works in Chicago.

Now, I am not going to get into every single little detail about how plans were made, and appointments were scheduled, let's just say that Emily did it ALL (she is amazing). She began to take her little shots, every day to get her hormone levels up so that her eggs would mature for the retrieval process.  At the appropriate time (again, I will spare the bloody details) we made our way to Chicago.  This was my first time ever to be in Chicago, and being the nerd that I am, I told Emily to take a picture of the skyline:

We got to Gurnee, IL (about 45 min north of Chicago) on Saturday evening, Cinco de Mayo 2012.  We had to be at Dr. Sherbahn's office the following morning for a blood sample, and then we were off to church, where we went to sacrament meeting.  The doctor's office called us later that day to let us know that the levels were looking good, and that the egg retrieval and insemination would take place on Monday morning.  So we decided to take advantage of the day making a short trip into Wisconsin (again, I am a nerd and I take pictures of state signs):

While in Wisconsin, we went into the Jelly Belly Factory in Kenosha, WI.  It was a great time, especially because it was free!  While we were there, it was raining like crazy, just walking to the car it made me feel like I had just jumped out of the pool.  Then we drove by the Great Lake Michigan!  That lake is huge!!  The shore that we went to was really beautiful, even if it was raining.  

As we were driving back to our hotel, I was bound and determined to find a shot glass from the state of Wisconsin (again, nerd).  Unfortunately, the guy at the first gas station told us, pretty much word for word, "This is Kenosha, we don't care for souvenirs here in Kenosha."  Who wouldn't want a souvenir from Kenosha, WI?  They need to be a little more proud of their city!

The following day was our retrieval, we went to the doctor's that morning and got ready to go.  When Emily got rolled into the procedure, they sent me into the "donation" room.  Embarrassing moment alert: The lady told me to ring the bell when I was done, and I did, 10 minutes passed nothing happened, so I rang it again.  She came in and asked if I had been done for awhile, and I said, "Yes, I rang it like 10 minutes ago."  She told me that she didn't hear it.  Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of the room, or else this is where it would go (it was just a bathroom, nothing to exciting).

After my "deposit", they took me back to the room, where I saw Emily laying there on her gurney (in Gurnee, haha).  She was so very out of it, waking up from being under anesthesia.  It was sad to see, and the first thing that I thought was that I remember her looking exactly the same when she did the retrieval with Cooper.  Against her wishes I will put her picture here:

While we were waiting for the anesthesia to completely wear off, the doctor was doing his thing with the eggs and sperms.  They had to do what is called ICSI, which is where they actually have to inject the sperm into the egg.  My little swimmers have 2 left feet or something and can't swim straight, so they get a little confused by themselves, they need a little bit of help.  It was quite a surreal experience, 4-5 more days until the transfer, we are a little scared because the doctor said that the chances weren't the greatest, but the insemination went well and that we should hope for the best.  The waiting game begins!

Once Emily finally got out of her little funk, and had sat there for awhile recuperating, we decided to take on the city of Chicago.  She was such a trooper, because she was in so much pain from the egg retrieval.  Unfortunately I had to catch a flight that night, so we didn't have too much time, but we were able to hit up the Chicago Temple:

While in Chicago, there was one place on my bucket list that I had to go to: Wrigley Field, we didn't catch a game, so I still have to do that, but it was still awesome!

After these few places, we went to the airport and I had to catch my plane back to ABQ.  Unfortunately, I had to leave Emily in Chicago for the next week so that she could get the embryos transferred back into her.  I will leave it here for the time being and catch up later.