Post-Op

I had my post-op appointment this morning. I had no idea what to expect. I got to the clinic and they brought me into one of the rooms and said I didn't have to undress. I laughed to Pam that it was the first time I'd been in that room without taking my clothes off. I was weighed and they took my blood pressure and temperature.

The donor coordinator gave me my check and a thank you note and a really pretty beaded bracelet that one of the other coordinators made. When I first saw the gift bag I was hoping it was something from the Intended Parents, I would have really appreciated a small token of thanks from them. I know they gave me $7,000 but I'm sentimental and would have loved to know they thought about me and wanted me to have a tangible reminder of how thankful they are.

Then the doctor came in and I laid down and she felt my stomach in a few places and then said I was fine and not at risk anymore to develop OHSS. She said I can go back to drinking water (YAY!) and taking baths (DOUBLE YAY!!)

Yesterday one of my coworkers asked if I would donate again, if the compensation was worth it all. My answer is that I would donate again if the timing was right, and that the emotional aspect of it was worth so much more than the money. I loved feeling so special and needed. It was such an ego boost to know how important my role was.

And now I'm back to normal.