PGD results day (backtrack)

Ok - I'm sorry. I have some catching up to do!

The past week has been incredibly difficult to deal with and I developed the kind of mind-set where you just want to crawl into your own shell and not have any contact with the outside world. But I'll back track over what happened each day, mainly because I cannot face doing it all in one post.

So, back to Wednesday 18th March - the day we got the results of the PGD test on our embryos. It was a morning of hell. We had been told to expect the phone call from embryology at 10am, but we were both up from around 7am with nerves. We sat in bed talking and trying to distract our minds until the phone call came, sick with worry for 6 little clusters of cells that represented our future.

10am came and went. The phone remained silent. 10.30am came and went. Nothing. I was literally pressing my nails into my palms at this point with frustration. We couldn't even speak to each other at this point. It was agony. At 10.40am I could take no more and phoned the clinic, who apologised for the late call and said we'd be called very soon. More tense waiting. Then at 10.55am the phone rang.

Not brilliant news. Of our 6 embryos, all had survived the biopsy which was great, but there was only one which was definitely free of CF and ok to be used. There was one that was definitely affected, and then another two were giving weird results (apparently 3 copies of the gene!) and another two which seemed not to be developing very well.

So we were left with just one little embryo. I had named the six, Hugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub, after the six fireman in an old childhood TV Show 'Trumpton'. Now we just had to pin all of our hopes on Grub.

We were told to wait for another phone call the next day to let us know whether they could try to test the two with the strange results again. They would tell us the next day whether Grub had made it through the night and could be transferred back to me, or not.