What a day!

Home after a five hour round trip to the fertility clinic – it took longer than normal because of road works. Car was sweltering hot and we were both tired and cranky with each other after our visit to the clinic. However,  the good news is that there are four follicles – two on each side of the ovaries,  but only one is the optimal size at 18 mm ( in a gonadotropin cycle, mature follicle size is between 16-20 mm), and the uterine lining measured at 10 mm in thickness with is good, as optimal should be between 7-12 mm for successful implantation.

So far so good. After the internal exam, the doctor gave me instructions on the Ovitrelle  injection which is to trigger ovulation, and then told us when to time sexual intercourse over the next few days. At this stage she indicated that we were finished and yet there wasn’t a word mentioned of IUI. So I asked the question, what about IUI??? She flicked back and forth through the chart and said oh, are you down for IUI? We were really disturbed by that. She tore up the paper she had written the earlier instructions on and said forget about that then and I will be back in a minute, I need to consult with someone. We were left sitting stunned. It really knocked our confidence in what they are doing in that clinic. I forgot to say that on our first visit, they had no record of my original letter from my GP and had lost my chart so I find this worrying that there is another cock-up (if you’ll pardon the pun) today.

She returned to the consulting room with fresh instructions about when to take Ovitrelle (tonight at midnight) and an appointment to return on Friday at 9 am for the IUI treatment. DH kept making her clarify what she said “so there won’t be any more misunderstandings” . I knew by the tone of his voice he was furious, but I just didn’t want to cause a scene. I was stressed enough with the visit at this stage, that I just wanted to get out of there.

When we got back to the car,  he exploded about incompetence and the money we are spending on this and they can’t even be bothered to read our chart right…and I let him rant on until he calmed down…eventually. We drove out to Barna and went for lunch which helped restore our spirits..until the man at the table next to us had a stroke or a heart attack….literally I mean. DH leaped into action, checking for a pulse (very faint),  clearing a space for the unconscious man, getting cushions from a nearby banquette, laying him down…a right action hero, my husband. Thankfully the ambulance arrived quickly and as the poor man and his distraught wife were taken off to the hospital, we just thought what a day!!!


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Lorna
    Jun 16, 2010 @ 20:41:08

    Oh, my lord, what a day – glad to hear the man was okay and got taken to hospital.

    Gosh, I really don’t know what to say re the clinic. How disturbing when you get the feeling that they haven’t read your notes properly, no wonder you were both wrecked afterwards.
    On a positive side, I guess the follicles looked so good that she reckoned conception would be likely without the helping hand of the IUI.

    Hope you get to sleep well tonight and all the best for Friday xx


  2. JBBC
    Jun 16, 2010 @ 20:46:14

    Thank you love xxxx


  3. Shauna
    Jun 17, 2010 @ 09:43:18

    What a day is right! I too am very disturbed by the cavalier attitude of your doctor – we really do have to be on top of things and not rely on our doctors.


  4. Jane G
    Jun 17, 2010 @ 15:22:19

    As B said, you would think that with all the money you are spending on treatment that they would at least read your chart. Best of luck on Friday.


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