Life has been so busy lately. I haven't stopped to breath even. I have been visiting family in England, sorting out removals and learning to drive. I now need a holiday to recover!
It has been a good busy though, as I have finally got my driving licence. I am thrilled to bits that I managed to keep calm and not freak out, that 'Rescue Remedy' was a godsend.
Well we got back on Tuesday night, late. Checked the mail the next morning and found 2 letters from the Doctor. After translation we realised they expected us to attend the Hospital in the next town on Friday at 8.45 am. And have results of loads of blood tests that we hadn't had yet. The appointment was to see the psychiatrist and be matched with a donor. Which they don't usually do on the same day but as we have had plenty of time to come to terms with things over the last 10 years they had scheduled them back to back.
So the next morning we were up at 5.30, got the bus at 6.30 in to town then the 7.30 to the hospital to get the blood taken before my husband had to be at work. It all went smoothly, the nurse was very gentle, and we hardly felt a thing. But we were tired and had to do the same thing the next day.
The hospital takes 40 minutes by train to get to, so on Friday morning we got into town early grabbed a coffee and Delice for breakfast and caught the 7.10am train. We had plenty of time to talk over what we wanted out of the day. To have a donor that was willing to be known was the most important fact. Also that the donor was 6 ft or taller, they had a good education and their colouring was similar to mine.
The talk with the counsellor went very well. She wanted to know all about the D.C Network and even wants us to hold a talk of our experiences to her patience. It was all quite crazy, but why not.
Next we waited for the Doctor that would help us find a donor. My husband was a little stressed but everything was calm. I was armed with information on American clinics that would send donor sperm internationally so I was happy that we had an alternative if we couldn't be matched with a 'willing to be known donor'. Apparently the law in Switzerland is that all donors be willing to be known. When the child is 18 they will receive information on the donor including name and address and if they want to contact the donor, then they will ask the donor if he will allow a meeting.
The Doctor was very nice and said he had a donor in mind for us who is tall, blond, blue eyed and the same blood group as me. So then we left surprised that it had been so easy and quick.
I was a little overwhelmed with how little information we as prospective parents got. I guess its because my eyes have for so long now been fixed on the American way that I almost felt like I was joining a dating agency. That I would know the person that would father my baby. So it was a realty check and a good one. The only father of my baby will be my husband. And we will both have a wonderful time discovering whom our chid is without a load of information peering over our shoulder. The information is not ours its our future child's.
So now we wait for the call from the Doctors about what the next step is regarding the ICSI and the Biopsy for my husband. We should get the call by the end of this week. I suspect it will be organised for November as I have just finished my period and I guess they will have to wait for the next one. But this will be tricky as my husband is away for a week in November.
