When my embryologist called Libby's lab on Tuesday, the woman she spoke to said they didn't have the form yet. Or at least it hadn't been scanned into their system. She said she'd look for it and assured my embryologist she would call her right back.
But no one ever called her back.
And now my embryologist is going to be out the rest of this week. She has a life and of course it doesn't revolve around me. But I feel like I want to stomp my feet like a two-year old.
Well, Libby got a voicemail from her lab yesterday saying they need yet another form completed, only this time completed by her husband. It is yet another form they never even mentioned was required until now, even though Libby first started this process with them months ago.
They said this is surely the last step. I really hope it is. I feel like we've been at the last step for months now. But now the lab is saying it is, so maybe this is really it?
I am so grateful for Libby and her husband. I know this is frustrating for them too. Libby has bent over backwards (and then some) to help make this happen. And since I am not the patient at her clinic, I am unable to do any of the follow up or calling. She has had to do EVERYTHING. I don't know how many donors might have just given up by now, but she has stuck it out. My heart literally aches. It aches to finally meet our embryos. It aches with gratitude for Libby. It aches to get out of this depression as I wait for these seemingly neverending steps to be completed.
As soon as these embryos ship, you're going to hear screaming...yes, delightful screams. No matter where in the country you are you will certainly hear it. And you can be sure it's originating from Austin, TX.
I just hope it is soon.