WEDNESDAY July 11, 2007
Last Day in Bombay
We had an mid-morning appointment today with Dr. Parikh. She showed us the quicktime file of our egg being fertilized. This was fascinating--they cut off the tail of the sperm, so it won't swim, and then inject it into the egg. And then the clip of the division-- there wasn't any. I am very sad to say, game over. After this we had a long conversation with Dr. Parikh about our options for the future. These include trying again (and the soonest possible time would be in October, so my body can ramp up again), and/or finding an egg donor either in Mumbai or back in the States and bring the fertilized embryos back to be implanted in Zuleka (or someone else). All of these options are tough, because if we try again with me, the results will likely be the same. And if we have an Indian egg donor, we will always have to deal with a multi-racial baby (and more importantly obviously not ours biologically). The third option, getting an egg donor in the States will take some time, and once again, be costly.
We had lots of time to review upon our return to the states, so we went back to the hotel, packed up and payed. I went off for some last minute gifts while Hardy had one last terrible drink in the bar, and then our Taxi arrived to take us to the airport. The ride to the airport was on the tapering end of rush hour, and we crawled along to the airport whereas we had sped on the way in so fast and fleeting that even I was scared (and I am usually the one doing the scaring!).
When we arrived at the airport, our flight had been delayed a couple of hours, so the airline bought us dinner in the restaurant, and we used the time to book a hotel (The Istana) in Kuala Lumpur at the small cybercafe. After dinner we were recruited into a v.i.p. lounge (by showing our credit cards and giving the "usher" a good tip- believe me he told us how much!). We watched "Walk the Line," and drank a few of the complimentary beverages before finally boarding the plane for the four hour flight to KL.
