Reaping day... as accurately recounted as possible, ten days later.
It was a great morning. Everything in preparation for the reaping went really well. Hand-in-hand to the reaping we went. The nurse gave me a gown, hat, and slippers to change into. I was told to drain my bladder and then they would start me on an IV.
Spencer and I shared a sweet moment before they wheeled me back. He had a surgery test later that day so he was prepared to wait for however long it would take.
I don't remember anything after that moment until the sedatives wore off. There was Spencer and the nurse both smiling at me. I didn't know what to think right away. They told me they got twenty eggs. 20!
I was grateful that those were all out of me and yet I still felt so odd, even though I knew I should just be happy and maybe a bit sleepy, odd was becoming such a strong feeling. Suddenly, like a giant wave crashing on a rocky shore, any control I was regaining from waking left and my body was no longer able to withstand what happened next.
This must have registered on my face as suddenly everyone around me began to reassuringly touch me and asked if I was ok. All I could do was say was, I am going to throw-up. Right away the nurse got me a pill and a bowl. She said to let the pill sit under my tongue and dissolve, I should feel much better afterward. What was happening to me? Was I really that excited, I couldn't physically handle the news of possibly having 20 embryos?
Well, the pill never made it. Spencer was instructed to run to the pharmacy to pick up some pain killers. He did so. I continued being sick. It must have only been a half hour but it felt like an eternity for Spencer to return. We were told I would feel better if I could rest at home in my own bed. That did have a blissful appeal. I still couldn't stop shaking and being completely sick as Spencer helped get me back into my normal clothes.
By this point, my body had been experiencing a very rare complication from the procedure. My right ovary had developed cysts and at least one had ruptured causing hemorrhaging in my abdomen. We would not find this information out until the early hours of Saturday morning.
We left the clinic and I threw-up the entire twenty minutes home. Spencer got me in some new clothes and put me in bed where I continued to throw-up. I said I would sleep and he left to take his four hour long surgery test.
I'm not sure what happened during those four hours other than a whole lot of painful sobs. I'm sure at some point I was completely unconscious because I hadn't had any energy to continue throwing-up and there really wasn't anything there in the first place to throw-up. Enough with the throw-ups... sorry. Just real scary stuff all happening inside my overly stimulated little body.
