My egg donating experience still comes back to me now and again after 4 years. This is mainly because I probably didn’t fully understand the full procedure. I think, even if I was explained everything in detail , I probably wouldn’t have been prepared.
Let me just say that my case was not the norm and that this process is usually pain free and easy. If you are thinking about it- make sure to make use of a fertility clinic that has loads of experience in this specific procedure. medfem sandton in particular is a fantastic clinic.
There are loads of good experiences spoken about here –>;;; ask an egg donor and I have heard great things about nurture
I do not recommend my first programme or clinic.
The course of medication many weeks ahead of the donation is a little blurry in my memory, but certainly the actual day, my body has not forgotten.
When I was 20 years old, a friend and I at university stumbled upon an advert in the local paper about donating eggs. She didn’t like the idea of having children and not knowing about them. I on the other hand have no issue with it, I donated a tiny part of my body that I lose every month. I would not nourish it in any way that would make it my child.
I contacted the organization and was quickly met with a friendly email and an invitation to coffee at Mugg and Bean at North Gate Shopping Centre. The basic procedure was explained to me, making the process sound fairly pain free and easy with compensation of R5000. After filling in the application and attaching a recent photo, only a few days Went by before I was contacted and informed that a foreign couple was very interested in me becoming their donar. The couple and I were given false names and no specific information about each other so that direct contact would not be possible to avoid future difficulties for the potential child.
This is where things were not dealt with properly. I was sent to a fertility clinic which had not previously dealt with my organization or one similar.
After my first examination I was passed a R700 bill by the clinic. I refused to pay and left abruptly informing them that I was not responsible for the payment.
A date was set, perfectly planned incorporating my and the receivers cycles.
I injected my stomach daily with gonal f and Lupron for a few weeks before the egg retrieval date, and a final injection 24 hours before.
I got undresses, put on the gown and lay on the table. My mom with me. I got connected to all the monitors and drip for anesthetic.
The doctor came in quickly, said hello and asked me to rest my feet on the straps and to resist closing my knees. He looked at the clock and began. I kept thinking, shouldn’t I be a little drowsy or something? I immediately felt a sharp pain as the needle pierced through me and I sort of yelped and squeezed my moms hand very tightly. The nurse saw that I could feel the pain and shot all the anesthetic into me.
I moaned much loader this time, hoping the doctor could stop for a second or just look at me. I had a plea in my eyes as I looked at my mom, she asked the nurse again if they could give me something else – the nurse looked quite worried and told me she had given me the limit. I could feel the needle moving around, sucking all the eggs I had farmed with the hormone treatment. After about ten minutes of the very intense pain, the doctor finished and left.
I was given some gauze for the blood and told I could lie down for a few more minutes. A lady from the fertility clinic passed me an envelope with my payment for my eggs. I lay there for about 5 minutes. My mom held me and offered me a nice breakfast in the hospital restaurant and I agreed. Walking towards the restaurant I began to feel faint, and passed out – adrenaline from the experience the nurses informed my mom.
The next few weeks were difficult, I started swelling and had excruciating pain. I informed the agency and they got me a follow up appointment with the doctor. He made an effort to see me on a Sunday, the whole clinic was empty and so it became apparent that he was concerned. After the examination he told me that I had gotten a very rare complication from the donation – ovarian hyper stimulation syndrome (potentially fatal) and that I had cysts. And that it was my body that reacted unexpectantly to the drugs. He also began to tell me that donating is usually a painful experience and that usually the donor is related to the donee and does not mind the pain, and that there are certain budgets for an anesthetic – that he couldn’t give me anymore. He asked if I had any other concerns and that I had to raise them there and then. Being in pain and nervous in the situation, I left with some medication.
My symptoms subsided after about a week and a half. I had countless missed calls from the fertility organisation apologizing for what had happened. I responded eventually to an SMS inviting me for lunch.
Meeting one of the young employees for lunch at cresta, I was given R300 to treat myself – yay.