The New Doctor

So, if you've been reading my blog for a while I'm sure you figured that my husband and I have been having some issues with getting pregnant. I've been seeing the same doctor since 2004 and have been through many different tests and procedures and what not. At the end of 2007, after two years of poking and prodding..discovering I have endometriosis..and losing a pregnancy, the doctor I had been seeing ordered blood work to be done so we can 'start over again'. And this was after he asked me if we still wanted to try and conceive *blink blink*.

'Oh no, doc. The last two years were just for fun.'

I think my world fell apart a little in that examining room. I cried, but not in front of doctor, no I cried on the poor nurses shoulder. I walked out of there, right passed the blood work lab, and haven't been back since. But, I know that I need to take care of myself and at least go for my yearly check ups. However, I also knew that I didn't want to go back to the same doctor. I needed someone that had time for a little compassion and understanding, even if it wasn't real. I just needed a little more from my doctor. So, I asked around..and I also switched insurance at work this year which allowed me the chance to see even more doctors.

Today was my appointment with a brand new doctor at a different hospital. I was very nervous, even though this was just for a yearly checkup. I hadn't gone for even one of those in over a year. I didn't expect to go into detail about my infertility issues this time around. I figured, if I liked this doctor I would see them again and we could talk about all of that later. However, the doctor was very interested in my infertility. We had a long chat in the examining room about my history, of course she had copies of my medical history that she flipped through as we talked. I can't explain it really, but I felt like she was listening to what I was saying and that she was actually talking TO me and not AT me. After the exam, she turned at the door and asked 'Are you ok?' before stepping out to let me dress and I nodded and told her I was fine.

Y'all, I could have cried!

That was all I needed, it's all I wanted. Just a little 'how ya doing? nice to see ya. how can I help you?'. We talked a little more in her office afterwards, and formed a loose game plan for the next several months in regards to my infertility. I'm not expecting miracles, I've already been through so much already. But, it's nice to talk to someone that has a strategy..and is willing to share it with me..and then make sure that I'M ok with it before starting it.

It was refreshing and probably the best yearly visit I've ever had.