A couple of weeks ago I went to the Gynea, a pretty normal experience for some and I thought it would be a pretty normal experience for me too, but it wasn’t. I simply have to tell you about it. It felt odd and surreal and in some ways frustrating, but in a funny way. I had to smile when I realised how accustomed I have become to a certain experience over the years. That FS’s office became so familiar in so many ways and now I must find a new kind of home; the Gynea’s office! Although it will never be ‘home’ in the way that the FS’s office was. After all I only have to visit it once a year.

Before fertility treatment I used to tend to my lady matters with a visit to my GP. I think I may have had one appointment with a gynea after that and then moved swiftly on to the Fertility Specialists office. So it’s is safe to say that after eight years of fertility treatment I became accustomed to certain expectations. I knew it would be different, I mean maybe not as ‘getting pregnant’ focused as previously, but a gynea and a fertility specialist are both focused on the workings of ‘lady bits’ right; so they should be pretty similar in their approach right………..Wrong. They really are different, and this is what I noticed;

Firstly, there were two pregnant ladies sitting in the waiting room. Odd hey! 😛
I am so used to a waiting room filled with ladies who are quietly waiting for their turn (in many ways), not ladies who are going to have their turn.
It instantly took me back. Although, I didn’t feel angry or sad, just odd and a little out of place, like the new girl at school.

I filled out my forms and my turn arrives. Many of my friends have used this gynea, in fact five of the children I know have been delivered by this man. I have been told that he is a real sweetie, and I can see that is true when I meet him. We proceed with the appointment and I get straight into it…….

Me: I am here for a check up and to discuss my premature ovarian failure and endometriosis.

Dr M: OK, and what do you base that diagnosis on

Me: Well my FSH is high and my AMH is very low.

I can see that he is surprised that I even know what these readings are. I have become accustomed to an in depth talk about my hormones, my lining and my crap eggs, but here it seems that the conversation doesn’t naturally follow those themes. I realise this when he asks;

Dr M: So you are 34, planning any children?

OK, I realise I have to backtrack.

Me: Uh no…..we have had six unsuccessful fertility treatments.

Dr M: Oh! (He starts to make notes)

Me: But we have a son now. We adopted.

I tell him my story, I know that I can’t expect the guy to know these things, but once again I realise just how accostumed I have become to a certain expeience. Finally he accepts that I am an infertile mess and we chat about the possibility of a mirena to help me with the excruiciating pain I have been experiencing every month. A  scan reveals just how much of a ‘problem child’ (his words) I am. He can clearly see that my uterus is being pulled back by the endo and my right ovary is very difficult to see because it is stuck to something or other. My left ovary reveals something that looks like a follicle…..

Dr M: It looks like you have a corpeus luteum on your left ovary.

Me: Thats impossible I haven’t ovulated yet.

Dr M: Oh, you are right, its a follicle.

So anyway, we settle on having a mirena inserted at the end of the month. Aparently this will be a little painful, urgh, but he is confident that it will give me some relief.

And that was my first trip to my new OBGYN instead of my FS.

A new chapter of my life. 🙂