I had my pre op today, all things considered it went well.
Every other time we’ve gone the waiting room has been seriously empty. Not this time, there were at least 4 other couples waiting and several that were slowly filtering out. It’s hard not to people watch. My appointment was set for 2:50 pm, we sat in the room for just over a hour, I was able to read 2 people mags and play with every app on my phone in the midst of slyly glancing over to check out for lack of a better term “the competition”. I can’t help wondering what other peoples issues are and at what stage of this whole process they are in.
To our left was a couple, looked like later 30’s, husband looked casual, wife looked totally annoyed. Her body language was terrible, she was turned completely away from him and had the most sour look. Maybe they had bad news? Maybe they’ve already been trying for years?
To our right a single woman, looked mid 20’s. She was in and out pretty quick, I’d say she was there for blood work.
Directly behind us is an older couple. They look like they came directly out of the 80’s, She a pastel floral dress with big shoulder pads, white Minnie mouse shoes, frizzy perm hair and He Mr. Rogers sweater vest cousin. We couldn’t tell if they were in their 50’s or just had aged terribly and were early 40’s?
On the counter where you sign in there is a candy jar and a sign that asks patients to please consider others at a sensitive time and please do not bring in children.
Right when I finish reading this sign, a woman walks in with a diaper bag. She says “Is she back there, I have the baby.” The receptionist gives her the ok, she opens the door and a man quickly whizzed by in a black blur with the stroller trying not to disturb anyone.
Time passes. I notice that about 3 different couples, including Sour Puss, have come out with organza bags filled with a green blanket. When we first came we were given a book, so I wondered if this was some kind of new give away.
The stroller couple comes out and I notice not one but two babies! The stroller was front to back, not side by side. I continue thinking about the sign, I wonder if it really disturbs people to see babies here. I know it can be difficult with you want something so bad, but seeing those babies gave me a little (tangible) hope that this place is successful.
We were finally seen about 4 pm.
I had a physical complete with breast exam. I don’t know why but this was totally awkward, probably because 1. I’ve never had a male doctor before and 2. I’ve never had Hubby go to ALL the Dr apts. I wasn’t quite sure where to look, the ceiling seemed the safest.
Everything looks good. He drew 4 marks on me, 1 in the belly button and 3 along my pelvic bone.
We talked about blood loss (less than a table spoon) and how we refuse blood transfusions’. It was a relief that he was familiar with Jehovah’s Witnesses and he said he practices all his surgeries bloodless.
He’s going to take pictures before and after, that’s a new one for a creepy scrapbook. He plans to drain my tube, clip it and pull it out. Worst case scenario would be that it’s attached to my bladder, intestines or another organ. In that case he will detach it from the uterus and leave it in to not risk nicking anything else. He won’t know until he’s in there but he feels very optimistic.
Another contributing factor to this ongoing saga is male infertility. Yea, that’s a thing. Dr. Potter said we hit the infertility jackpot marrying each other. So now we are 100% on track for IVF.
Hoping everything goes right, good healing and all to start a cycle in January.
Got a blood draw to check my thyroid levels and was given instructions for surgery day.
While we were checking out I asked my nurse about the green blankets. She said once couples make it to the 10 week mark of pregnancy they have a little graduation, getting a blanket and are turned over to obstetrics. I then told her about Sour Puss, come on lady you got a blanket, Smile!
I felt like the lady on Napoleon Dynamite that is giddy over Tupperware whispering “I want that”
I will get my green blanket. Heck, I’ll take two.
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