D&C Day

Its 1:13 am. I will be finally getting the D&C surgery I should have had about four months ago. Inevitably when one is supposed to have surgery, one should not eat or drink even water before, which is when the subject is the thirstiest.

I went to see my new doctor, Dr. B, a week ago. He received all my records from me after I picked them up myself from Dr. W. He said that we would get this surgery a.s.a.p. and definitely before Christmas. I received all except for the one blood test that I hand delivered from Dr. L on my first appointment when we discovered our pregnancy, which they conveniently lost. This would explain why I was told when I miscarried from Ms. Mona,“you might be low in progesterone.” Ya think?!

After looking at my records and my ultrasound I have an Endometrial Polyp. Most likely from the miscarriage, and why my HGC levels have not balanced out, and why I feel like I’m stuck in a Doctor Who episode(Amy Pond was pregnant/not pregnant too).  I am ready to put this behind me. I know that this was developmental and not malpractice. I do believe that I was neglected. I should not have bled in a healthy pregnancy. I should not have had to take the amount of blood tests after my miscarriage, or had to ask for a surgery, ultrasound or medication. When I was having nine day periods after this miscarriage, the Doctor should have been proactive.  

No one will fight for you, or for your journey. Do not let anyone in your health treatment pass you over. I didn't want anyone to take a day off of work, so I was having one of my dearest friend take me; who is regrettably unemployed at the moment. Unfortunately Randy is going to take the day off of work regardless, because of a gout flare-up. So in the later morning hours we will both be off to the doctors. Wish me and him luck please.

© All original content copyright Nancy De Lazzaro Brannum, 2013-2013

Nine blood tests and counting....

How many months and blood tests does one Doctor need?

I have lost the count after nine.

The fact that we are now in mid-November, having cycles that are lasting nine miserable days, and I have yet to find out if I need Medication, an ultrasound or a D&C (Dilation and Curettage procedure, a surgical procedure to remove abnormal tissues in the uterine lining). So I do what every hormonal woman would do after nine blood tests; I called my Gynecologist office and said that I am not going to get another blood test and that they needed to decide now which of the three I should have.

The doctor decided that it would be a D&C. Sounds simple enough, right? No. In order to get the D&C I needed approval from my insurance. So while I am vacationing in Seattle; I get a call from the doctor’s office, and they have the approval. I make my appointment, and the scheduler wants me to get a blood and urine test. Ugh! Really!? Another? You can’t be serious? Sadly they were. So Tuesday November 12; after flying home from Seattle, I go straight to the doctor’s office to get that lab slip. 

You would think that I would have some paperwork waiting for me, or even the directions to where this surgery will take place, but no. Instead I needed to fight for the lab slip from the coordinator, who tells me knows that I need to fill out paperwork. She never said any of this before. We have a discussion that basically comes down to me receiving my lab paperwork, and the coordinator will talk to the doctor. Apparently there are some consent forms that I need to fill out first. I suspect that they would give me some sort of “what to do” form, as well as an address where the procedure would take place. I get my lab work fulfilled on Wednesday and wait for the coordinators call. I never get one. I call on Friday and only get the answering service who said, "what do you want me to do about it". Good question. I have no idea? What action do you take when your physician is not paying attention to you for four months after your miscarriage?  They were unhelpful and ended up hanging up on me. Now they are acting as if I am not negotiable. Rightly so! I have been patient for four months. Now I have gone from zero to bitch in three seconds flat. So I do what any hormonally charged infertile woman would do after having tolerance for over four months. I decided that this is not the OB/GYN for me. Ms. Mona and Dr. L have treated me like the needy stepchild who is annoying you. After having so much loyalty as a patient, this was not the ending I would have envisioned. Dr. L has helped deliver my family and friends.

Once Randy and I have made this decision, there is no turning back, but now the calls come all morning long. First I got a call back from the answering service asking if I want them to call the scheduler. I said no. just make sure that the Doctor’s time has been respected more than mine and let him know that I will not be there on Monday. Next the hospital called. I finally had it and expressed everything that has happened to me for the past four months. I was asked to tell the director of the hospital. I was called back by him, and he expressed his concern and said that he personally was going to report to the doctor. I mentioned that this will not change my mind. 

The Monday that I was supposed to have my D&C, Randy and I made a visit to my general practitioner and asked for a referral. I did my homework well. I called my insurance group and inquired about all the OB/GYN’s, called them all to see who’s office was friendly and helpful and who was taking more patients. Together we made a decision with my general practitioner and ordered a Pelvic Ultrasound and a referral to another local doctor.

 © All original content copyright Nancy De Lazzaro Brannum, 2013-2013

Hormonally Yours

I was pregnant for about nine weeks…………….and then I wasn’t.

I tried to be very strong. I wanted to be ready to try again. My body has other plans. I miscarried around my husband’s birthday, July 28^th, 2013. Here we are now, October 1^st, 2013 and I still have the human growth hormone (HGC). I have about six blood tests, two menstrual cycles and still show traces, and therefore may not ovulate. I have been told to use birth control although that seems counterproductive, and a waste of money.

So here we are just waiting. We were so excited to get pregnant and under such difficult circumstances. But when will we get the opportunity to try again? It is going on nine weeks since the miscarriage. Maybe this is normal? My OB/GYN is not giving me answers. But the babies and families are their main concern. That’s the gratifying part of their job. I can’t hold it against them. Pregnant women have that “glow”, watching the parent’s reaction as they see their child growing from an embryo to full term, the moment of birth. A middle aged hormonal woman who has given herself stretch marks with the help of one to many chocolates isn’t very exciting.

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Religion and Medical Masturbation.

Social and Religious etiquette tells us that masturbation is wrong and a sin. I am sure that it does not add much to a marriage if one partner is pleasing themselves, instead of sharing intimacy. In mine and Randy’s case of creating a family through insemination; the medical profession and religious affiliations clash. 

Most Doctors want to analyze what we are working with. Randy’s first test was 5 years ago for my OB/GYN who referred him to a urologist. Then his urologist wanted another one; then one three months, six months, and one year after his vericosele. Not to mention the two inseminations that he needed to provide samples for.  Randy has had to visit the small room with free porn over 8 times. I would consider him a professional now. Randy; a practicing Latter day Saint (LDS a.k.a. Mormon); when it comes to creating a family with your husband or wife, whatever you decide to do with your doctors is acceptable. For me, a practicing Catholic; the situation is a bit stickier.

The Catholic Church is not against insemination. They are against masturbation. They are also against using condoms. What if you need a collection for another reason? Randy was sent to the urologist because of a high amount of white blood cells (a sign of infection). Here is the catch 22.  The church is only in favor of insemination with your husbands semen, only if you use coitus interruptus or condom for collection. If fertility issues are caused from a low sperm count, there will be loss with the collection transfer. Catholics also do not believe in using condoms in a marriage, but this is the exception?! This IS so inconsistent to what I was taught about sexuality in religion. I was told that if you use a condom; essentially you are telling your partner that you do not love them enough to have a baby with them. This was so instrumental for me when I was a teen. I walked around with a sign on my forehead, proclaiming to all the young men, that no amount of super sizing my meal was going to work in their favor! I was Fort Knox. The thought of having to use one with my husband, is contradictory and pointless to our situation. The other options vary from testicular extraction to electro-ejaculation. That just sounds painful!

So; did I subject Randy to these strange methods? No. His penis; his choice and clearly his religion was okay with his method. So many men are as reluctant as cats on a leash to head over to the lab, yet willing to “play” when the analysis cup is away! He is an avant-garde man in this respect. Do I believe that my mans is going to hell for all the alone time? No, and he has not lost his vision or started growing hair on his palms either. In fact, he is a professional now. Below is a text from my friend at the fertility clinic where he helped out at her work. I’m sure the office was happy he came that day. Pun not intended but should be laughed at.

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Varicosele Resorce and Information and Myths about Men and Infertility

Here is some more information about male infertility and vericosele.

How Varicocele Repair Can Be an Effective Treatment

Myths About Men and Infertility

Birthday Angel

When you finally get pregnant, everyone has an opinion about how you stay fit. Don’t eat too much, not too little, no exercise, exercise, no alcohol, and no caffeine, don’t lift anything heavy. Nothing you can possibly do will be perfect. I am here to tell you that in your first trimester, you are at the mercy of nature.  This blog is not for the faint of heart or weak stomach. I discourage you to read if you do not like to hear about blood.

Randy and I just came home from Big Bear California for a mini vacation. I had leakage the entire trip. I was reassured that my pregnancy was okay. Randy and I finally submitted that we must have somehow forgotten to mark our calendar on some occasion.  My father’s installation in the Knights of Columbus was a Thursday, and Randy’s birthday was on Sunday July 28^th.  Thursday night I started bleeding again, this time at the installation. I didn’t want to go. I felt week, but knew that this was important to my father. At the installation I found out he told my aunt and uncle who I am not very close with. I had told him before that we were not letting everyone know until the first trimester was over just in case. After the installation was a pot luck dinner.  I took a trip to the ladies room and realized that I was bleeding through my pad and my black dress. I wanted to leave immediately. 

I was told I was 8 weeks pregnant.  When I got home I made a B-line straight to the restroom and shut the door. I was cramping. Not bad cramps though. The information available through books and internet say that bad cramps and back pain are indicators of miscarriages. I have had periods worse than this. This was still too bloody. I felt something come out of me; the same sensation if you have a heavy period and a tampon is soaked and comes out when you use the restroom.

                
I know my husband. He would have put his hand straight into the toilet weather I asked or not. Instead I asked him to fetch me one of those disposable bamboo skewers, and to not ask any questions or I would flush. What came out were clots, tissue, and fibrous material.  I called my aunt Maddie. She is an RN and not very squeamish. I know that she might know because she suffered a miscarriage. She suggested that it was just part of the uterus that I was told would exfoliate from the Crinone. She also suggested we save this in a Ziploc in the refrigerator,  go to the Doctor tomorrow, (because the bleeding was the same as one of my periods and not enough to put me at risk of hemorrhaging).

               
On Friday the Doctor was in surgery and the office had to cancel all his appointments. We went in anyway, to see the nurse, and get two STAT blood tests to check my Human Chorionic Gonadotropin (HCG) levels. This was not how Randy and I wanted to spend his birthday weekend. Over the weekend I knew my body, but Maddie and Randy wanted to remain positive. Maddie and I got my blood drawn on Friday and again on Monday. My appointment with Ms. Mona was on Tuesday and I was fully expecting bad news. Ms. Mona confirmed it. We lost our baby. After leaving the doctor's, Randy looked like he wanted to punch someone. We both took two cars, so he could go to school after our appointment.  I let him tell his mother and father. I told the other friends over text. I did not want to talk about it.

               
Reflecting now, Randy got an angel for his birthday. We were able to get pregnant, and that is a hurdle that we never thought we would get over. I took two days off from work, but it was a rotten time. We were short staffed. I gave myself only two days to cry. I neglected housework, cooking and only concentrated on schoolwork and my business. This is part of why I hate the saying “children are a gift from God”.  How could God bless so many 17 year old girls on MTV but not me? I know God has a plan, but I cannot accept people saying this. Babies are biology; the product of  a choice one makes. Randy and I were praying for a healthy baby, we got a perfect angel instead.

© All original content copyright Nancy De Lazzaro Brannum, 2013-2013             

June 16, 2013 Fathers Day

Fast forward to this year and Randy’s second vericosele surgery and we are still not pregnant. The date is June6th.  I am supposed to start the very next day. His surgery is set for 12:30 pm but was pushed back to 5 pm. I let him eat, drink, and snuck him Icebreaker mints without guilt. He was already going through enough. This time we were by ourselves because we did not want his parents to worry.  In true Randy fashion, he wanted to fix the hospitals phone jack that was hanging off the wall since his last surgery. The nurse forgot to flush his I.V. for two hours. Finally he was wheeled off. Dr. L asked if we were still trying. He had performed three other vericosele procedures and all three men got their wives pregnant.

Two and a half hours later, his doctor came to talk to me. He said that even though the procedure is not usually effective on the right side, there were a lot of veins that could be cauterized even if they did not have a large vericosele grade. He wished me luck and I gave him a pack of peanut M&M’s.

Little did we know; we were pregnant. After nine days of being late, we decided that I should schedule a blood test on the following Monday. But that Sunday was Fathers’ day. I was scheduled to work and so was Randy. He was planning on visiting his parents after work. Curiosity got the best of me. I took the pregnancy test that came with the ovulation tests. One of the lines was faint. I did not trust it. I decided to get a digital test on my way to work.

At work I was on edge. I took the test and the three minutes seemed to take forever. One of my coworkers was also edgy. He happens to have six children. I could not contain myself. I asked him if he was "expecting". He was trying to be coy with me. My suspicion was right. He found out that day that he was going to be a father again. I pulled out my test to see the results and my eyes bulged out. I was ecstatic but really just wanted to see my husband. I called my manager and said that I have to leave. My work understood. They know my struggles and my work ethic. They have been very accommodating because my fertility specialist schedules my visits depending on my cycles. I rushed to see my husband at the happiest place on earth, Disneyland. He works there on the weekends. My sister was there. I was able to get her to stall him. My brother in law was able to video his reaction.

We were shocked. May was such a busy month and we were very busy with friends visiting and a family wedding in Las Vegas. I think we actually only had tried three times that month and only once when I was ovulating. This may sound bad for a marriage but for infertile couples sometimes a break and some spontaneity is really good. We would not say that age old saying, “if you stop trying it will happen,” but more like when you are too busy to think about it, because it is just an inconvenient time; it might happen.  For the moment we just enjoyed winning a small battle with infertility and told only those who would help us in case of miscarriage.

© All original content copyright Nancy De Lazzaro Brannum, 2013-2013