Giant Country, The Land of Dreams

Tootled off to the labs this morning with my “goods” safely tucked into my bra for IUI Round 2. I had forgotten to phone and book the semen wash yesterday, so I was dreaming up all sorts of ways to convince them to do it for me. “I’ll just cry. A lot. Loudly.” They were quite understanding though, so there was no need for any Oscar performances. Went for some breks, then back to the lab to fetch my little test tube. Safely tucked it back into the bra, and off to the clinic.
(Quick note: there is a lot of sense in getting IUI clothes. You really need something comfy for after. Only problem is that I am becoming poor very quickly, so I may have to make do.) 😦

The receptionist smiled when I walked in, and we made small talk. I am quite the local down there these days.
“Hi Lizette, how are the kids?”.
“Fine thanks, got to leave now now to fetch them from school. I have paged Doctor, he should be up any minute now.”
“Fantastic, can I get a peek of the sperm results?”
“No problem. Cuppa tea?”
“Wonderful. Could I get copies of those results for DH to look at?”
“Absolutely, fetch them on your way out.”
“Thanks, you’re a gem!”
Just then, my BFG came loping in, (that’s how BFG’s walk, you know) dressed in blue theater “pyjamas”, with a sea green paper “gown” and a white mask hanging loosely around his neck, all smiles. As we chatted amicably, he reviewed my file. He always takes time to read the file thoroughly, then looks up, smiles, and says, “How are you feeling today?” No wonder he bagged a 29 year old.
The insemination went very smoothly. I must be getting used to my BFG , as I felt very calm and relaxed. Hitched up the legs, wriggled to get comfy and fluffed up the pillow. We made small talk whilst he was inserting the catheter, he was giving me a running commentary about what was going on “down there”, and that all uteri (is that the plural?) are different. Interesting observation.
Then I got the standard issue pat on the leg, another smile and, “Well done, that went very well. Just relax there and Lizette can bring you some tea, okay? Need a magazine or something? Alright, see you tomorrow then.”
He loped off, and with a swish of his sea green gown, he was gone.
I lay back with my iPod playing softly, sipping my herbal tea, feeling quite pleased with the way it had gone down. Staring at the sonogram pictures of a developing embryo on the wall , I could not help myself. I began to daydream all over again…


The Big Friendly Giant

I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the children’s book “The B.F.G.” by Roald Dahl. The storyline goes something like this (quoted from “When orphan Sophie is snatched from her bed by a Giant, she fears that he’s going to eat her. But although he carries her far away to Giant Country, the Giant has no intention of harming her. As he explains, in his unique way of talking, “I is the only nice and jumbly Giant in Giant Country! I is THE BIG FRIENDLY GIANT! I is the BFG.” The BFG tells Sophie how he mixes up dreams to blow through a trumpet into the rooms of sleeping children. But soon, all the BFG’s powers are put to the test as he and Sophie battle to stop the other Giants from tucking into the children of the world.”
This book has always been one of my favourites, and it came to mind the other day when I was posting about my Doc (my BFG). The thing is, I have a lot more in common with the story than I had previously imagined. I could be Sophie (Mands), getting whisked away to Giant Country (Fertility Treatment) by my Doc (The Big Friendly Giant). I am terrified, but my BFG assures me that he is a good Giant and will not harm me. He mixes up dreams (concocting good sperm in a test tube) and blows it through a trumpet (IUI) into the rooms of sleeping children (hopeful mommies-to-be). But soon all the BFG’s powers (IF Treatments) are put to the test as he and Sophie (Mands) battle to stop other Giants (BFN’s, Baby Monsters, Aunt Flo’s) from tucking into the children (hopeful parents-to-be) of the world. It’s a classic, and it really does parallel with what we are going through. We are fighting the odds in a foreign place that none of the Grown-ups (Fertiles) are very familiar with. Not many people know the hidden dangers and pitfalls we face every day in this scarey World of Giants we call Infertlity. Isn’t it marvellous to know that we have our dreams to fall back on, and our very own BFG’s to help us through it? My Doc is not the only Big Friendly Giant in my life either… my DH, my best friend Debs, my mom, my gran, and other family members and friends who are supporting me through this. All of you who regularly pop by to check on me. You are all B.F.G.’s in my book.
Who is your B.F.G.?