Is There Anyone Out There?

In honor of International Comment Leaving Week (ICLW), I would really appreciate it if those of you out there reading my blog would leave a comment and say hi.

I'm guessing I don't have too many readers (if any at all) for multiple reasons. One: My blog is probably pretty boring. It's more of a diary to myself than a literary piece meant to entertain others. Two: We're really on the fringes of the infertile community. Even though we had to use IVF to conceive my son, we didn't waste much time before seeing a doctor, the first IVF cycle worked and my insurance paid for the cycle. So I really have nothing to complain about and can only feel lucky that things turned out the way they did. Third: Have I mentioned I'm boring?

I happened to run into my RE on Tuesday after mommy group. She recognized me (sort of), quickly took a peek at Ian (like for a millisecond) and then ran off while yelling over her shoulder, "Send us a picture!" I forgot how lacking she is in social graces. But I should have known better. The first thing she ever said when meeting me and my husband was, "Let's talk about your uterus." But hey, she got me pregnant and I never signed up to be her friend. What's interesting is that another woman at mommy group used IVF to have her son. And she had a consultation with my RE. My friend said that my RE was really pretty awful and told her, in not so many words, that her only chances of having a child were adoption. Wow. So my friend went to Boston IVF and got pregnant on the first IVF round! I told her that she should write a big "You Suck" letter to my RE.

So it's a little weird how I happened to run into my RE in the first place. Mommy group is held in a conference room in the Harvard Vanguard building. Ten minutes before the group was over, I heard someone cry out "Oh my god. Ohhhhhhhh" and heard several women suck in their breath sharply. A 7 month old girl in the group had been sitting on the table and quickly pushed off the table with her feet. The consequence is that she ended up flying backwards. Her mom was right there behind her, with her hand on her back, but the little girl managed to roll out of her mother's hands and fell to the floor. God. It was scary. I didn't see the fall, but I saw the mother lose all color in her face. And the baby started wailing, which I learned is apparently a good thing because it is REALLY bad if a baby doesn't cry after a fall. That signals there is a head injury. But because the baby hit her head, the mother couldn't let her go to sleep for 1 hour. So instead of going right out to lunch like we usually do, a bunch of us waited around with the mother to make sure her baby was okay. But there was no good place to wait. We got kicked out of our conference room at noon. So we went over into the OB/GYN waiting area, which is also where the infertility specialists work. I felt bad. Here we were, 4 women with 4 infants, and we were all congregated around a woman who ended up having an appointment with my RE. I know this because my RE came out to get this woman from the waiting room and that's when I ran into my RE. Sigh. I tried to get the other women to move away a bit. I even said, "Hey, some of these women are here for fertility treatments and may not welcome us and our babies." But the other mothers (even the one who did IVF!) sort of looked at me like I was crazy. Oh well. I tried.