Last month, my friend Zoe shared with us the first part of her egg donation story as she selflessly prepared herself mentally and physically for egg donation. Three weeks on and her mission is complete.
So here we are, little egglets have left the womb and will now have landed in the belly of their Mummy! You’ll all be pleased to know that Stuart survived; we did have one close call with a dessert spoon but Stuart soon distracted me with food and we didn’t have a chance to test how lethal a spoon could be.
The morning of the donation, we were up bright and early ready for our trip to London! Due to the sedation during the procedure, it was essential that a responsible adult accompanied me to the appointment and took me home afterwards. The closest thing I have to one of those is Stuart, so off we went on a family trip to London!
I arrived at the hospital and was soon whisked away on to the little ward where I was given a rather attractive hat, gown and slippers. I changed, saw an anaesthetist and a consultant and within twenty minutes of arriving at the hospital, I was in theatre and talking away to an anaesthetist who told me I would soon be going to sleep.
The next thing I remember is being woken up and telling a nurse off when she told me I had only been asleep for half an hour – I’d been up since 5 o’clock that morning! But that is how quick the process is, and all I needed then was a heat pad on my tummy, and all of the biscuits I could eat.
The actual egg collection is absolutely nothing to be feared, it is so simple and straightforward and hey, I’m the mum of a toddler so I welcome any opportunity to have a nap! Soon after I woke, the nurse bought me some gifts left by the recipient couple, along with a card filled by the most beautiful heart felt words. Suddenly those people were real human beings, and all of their love and gratitude was there for me to see. If there was one thing I would say in response to them, it would simply be, you’re most welcome.
I left the hospital only an hour and a half after I’d arrived, feeling far better than I had ever expected, and even got a little glimpse of Prince William leaving The Shard! I even had the energy to hunt down an infamous Freakshake in Covent Garden; however it didn’t take long for the early start and leftover sedation to outweigh the adrenalin and sheer joy of being in London with Stuart and Poppy for the first time, so we soon started making our way home.
A few days later, I had another phone call from the agency, to check that my body was slowly returning to normal, which it now has. I was surprised once more after my final phone call with Altrui, about a week after my donation, when I received yet another little gift, this time from the agency; they honestly treat donors like the most remarkable people in the world.
I was suddenly overwhelmed by all of the conflicting emotions of the journey. In a funny way, despite all the hormones, and the stress of the travelling, and the invasive tests, I was sad to be leaving it all behind. It truly had become such a huge part of my life; I’d come to know the hospital staff, learned that tube route off by heart, grown to love speaking to the ladies at Altrui. I had honestly thought I would be glad it was over, but there was a little part of me that felt sad that my journey had come to an end. But somewhere, out there, a little egg is growing and developing. And that little egg is the reason I can’t be completely sad, they’re the reason I’ve done all of this.
My journey as an egg donor has come to an end, but someone’s journey into parenthood is just about to begin.
Edit: I want to say a huge thank you to Zoe for sharing her egg donation story. She has done an absolutely amazing thing and I’m pretty sure she’s made a couples dreams come true. She’s a real life super hero!