New doctor
I decided to leave the Mama Matrix ring. I think it’s a fine community ring and I have many member blogs on my daily to-read list but I don’t feel 100% great about being a part of it. I think I may lose quite a few hits from leaving. We shall see.
Two good things today: 1) I have a new miracle baby doctor and I’ve decided that I adore him; 2) I wrote the first chapter of my book today. 1,800+ words on virtual paper that signify my commitment to this project.
The doctor seems wonderful. This is part of what I posted on my very small, infertility email list:
I knew things were going to be better when Noah and I were ushered into a office set up with a cozy little circle of chairs. Also, Dr. Schmidt had apparently (novel idea) read my chart right before entering. Grosskinsky (the old one) used to read it as I sat across the desk from him. And I’d remind him of something and he’d look at me like I was crazy then refer back to the chart before believing me.
He said next month he would like to do the clomid again with an hCG trigger which sounds *thrilling* to me. I go in for a progesterone test next Saturday just to see what’s up and the thyroid screen. He said (get this, I’m so excited!) that he welcomes my input! Grosskinsky, in contrast, said (and I quote), “I want you to stop talking to people online or reading web sites unless they’re my web site.”
Interestingly, he’s also the infertility doctor at the zoo so we talked bonobos and gorillas for a bit and he showed Noah a picture of himself playing with a baby lion. Also, his clinical support person is a nice chubby woman (I love having healthcare providers who are chubby ‘cuz they never shake their heads and sigh when they weigh you) with Almond Joys on her desk which was nirvana for Noah. Another thing I liked is that Grosskinsky’s clinical support had a baby collage all over her desk and while that didn’t bother me, I thought it was insensitive. This one didn’t.
Isn’t it a shame that having a doctor that actually respects me and treats me like a human being is an unusual enough event that I have to get all excited about it? Sheesh!
