We had our consultation with the new RE this morning and the difference between his office and that of Dr. Uterus was like night and day. We have entered the day.
Even before we showed up, I was impressed that I was able to take care of a lot of pre-appointment business via email. No such option with Dr. Ute. And, yesterday, the nurse from the new office called that they hadn’t received my records from Dr. Uterus’s office. We wouldn’t have known unless she called, so I was able to intercept them from Dr. Uterus and deliver them to the new office so that the new RE would have time to review them prior to our appointment.
And so, at the appointed hour, Mr. X in his suit and I in my skirt and top walked into the über swanky waiting room of …
I’ll explain the name shortly.
The differences between his operation and that of Dr. Uterus cannot be overstated. First, there were no obviously pregnant ladies, which was a definite plus. No pregnancy magazines or old copies of Parenting magazine. They even had an Internet station in the waiting room.
The staff were very friendly, and most importantly – all were there with one goal in mind: to get women knocked up and out the door (after 10 weeks) to a new OB.
We were shown into Dr. Salsa’s office and the swankiness continued. Lots of plasma TVs everywhere and artwork on the walls. We perused his bookshelf and found a myriad of titles from “Atlas of Pelvic Surgery” to “The Kama Sutra” (seriously), and at least one title of Noam Chomsky. I never saw the inside of Dr. Uterus’s office. He always saw me in an exam room, so this was interesting.
I was very impressed when Dr. Salsa came in that one of his first questions was how we were doing emotionally – not, so when do you want to get knocked up? We told him that we were on a break at the moment to recharge the emotional credit card. He then delved right into our case and focused a lot on our losses.
Enter the plasma screen TV: he has it hooked up to his laptop which he then used to present us with a Power Point presentation on the various causes of miscarriage. We’ve ruled out some of them already: no uterine anomalies, no thyroid issues, no chromosomal issues with either me or Mr. X. That left: FSH or anticoagulent disorders. He recommended a Clomid challenge test and the blood tests to determine if I have Factor V Leiden or other clotting issues.
I never did a Clomid challenge (which always makes Mr. X think of the Pepsi Challenge) with Dr. Uterus. If I remember correctly, he was very certain that my Day 3 FSH would be normal and so there was no talk of it. Dr. Salsa isn’t too concerned either, but thinks it would be a real waste of money not to do one and then go onto an IVF with less than ideal conditions. I agree, but I’m kind of annoyed that Dr. Uterus never felt that it was necessary to do one.
We also got a tour of the facility. They encourage the use of accupuncture, which I’m still neutral on, but it’s nice to know that they have it there. Also, everything – from egg retrieval to embryo transfer to lab work is done there. One stop shopping! I had to go to a different office for my IVF and FET with Dr. Uterus.
As for Dr. Salsa, his name is a result of the fact that he is from Latin America and has the most delicious accent. It takes a certain person to be an RE – they have to have the confidence of a surgeon and the compassion of an oncologist. Dr. Uterus had it, and so does Dr. Salsa. He was knowledgeable and answered my questions about PGD very well. He also said that Dr. Uterus’s Bad Luck Theory of our recurrent losses was a terrible theory. He offered some more concrete possibilities which was nice. It could still be bad luck, but he at least made an effort to give us a somewhat concrete explanation.
All in all, I was impressed as was Mr. X. The visit did nothing however to quell my rising ambivalence about the whole process and wheteher I am ready to embark once more on the rollercoaster.