Meeting the Magic Doctor

When your headed to see one of the best fertility doctors in the country you start to expect big things. We had asked around and gotten references. All the responses were coming back positive. We had heard tons of stories about people that had not been able to conceive but went and saw this doctor and he found the magic cure. So we were off.

When we got to the doctors office we walked in to be greeted by a not so nice receptionist behind the counter. I found that fascinating as every couple coming to see an "infertility specialist" has to be just as beaten down emotionally as we were. So shouldn't the first person you meet when you walk in make you feel at home? I mean we were about to pour our hearts out to yet another person to see if he could help us! If I were a world famous infertility specialist I would have an amazing receptionist that would great every couple that came like they had the golden ticket to come in and see one of the oompa loompa's. I would want them to see that first person in my office and think rainbows and unicorns just so they had a little hope again. But instead we got Mimi from the Drew Carey show...with barely a can I help you grunt we got shuffled off to a waiting area with paper work in hand to fill out.

And so we sat down to answer all the questions on the four page forms. We had answered these questions a million times so it didn't take us very long to complete the forms. How long had we been trying? What tests had we done? Were there problems with my cycles?? As we finished answering the questions I began to look around the room. There were two other couples in the waiting area. Both couples older than us probably in their 40's or so. But we all shared the same look...each of us holding the hand of our spouse and all of us had eyes that showed defeat and fear. As my husband and I heard our named called we got up gave the other couples a smile and a nod as if to say Good Luck!

When we were taken back into the doctors office they had us waiting for about 10 minutes. Just enough time to let the fear really take over. We started asking each other questions...Was he looking over our medical records? Was there something he saw that no one else did? Was it the right thing to do to come here? Then the doctor walked in. The first thing I notice was his scrubs...they were blue like you see on a TV show. I guess I was hoping for the same feeling I got at my first encounter with Hudson. Instead I couldn't tell what I should feel about this doctor because he seemed a little cold. He was shorter than I expected and he made no eye contact with either of us as he shook our hands. He also seemed to be some where else in his head. By first impressions I was very concerned.

He starts the conversation by going over our history and asking us about our tests. This whole process takes about a minute and half or so. Okay maybe 5 minutes. Which seemed like such a short time to explain the last three years of trauma. He then told us that he wasn't happy with the test my husband took to check his sperm count, so he gave us another doctor for my husband to see. Also, I would need a few more tests as well. At this point all I could think was...I am not a voodoo doll. I was done being poked and prodded. My husband had to put a few million swimmers in a cup. Not a hard job for a male. I had to have needles and videos and x-rays and ultra sounds....I felt like there wasn't a part of me inside or out I hadn't seen on film. But all these feelings I kept to myself in hopes he would find something that would help us.

The doctor then proceeded to tell us that if we didn't find anything else in the testing that his best suggestion would be IUI (Intrauterine Insemination). What that meant was they would pump me up with drugs (Clomid) to help my body with ovulation. On the day of ovulation they would have to do a uterine ultrasound (which I won't go into in detail ...you can google it.. but just know... it is no fun!) to make sure an egg was going to release. Once they found an egg or two (because of the drugs you can produce more than one egg) then my husband would give a sample of swimmers to the doctors. They would take out the best swimmers and then insert them with a small tube into my cervix. This would help those poor little guys by not making them have to swim to far to meet the egg. Next thing you know BAM pregnancy! Sounds simple enough.

I FREAKED OUT! I wasn't happy with this answer. Pump my body full of chemicals? Remember I hate pills. And so the fight with the magic doctor began.......