All a little rushed

So I’m sat in the waiting room at the hospital, on my own, unfortunately my husband couldn’t get time of work. my name is called. I walk into an office and sit down. I’m in this room with a Dr and a student Dr, and I explain the situation.

‘Well I’m sorry to hear things haven’t happened for you yet, but you’ve been brought through to the wrong service. This is Gynaecology and you need Fertility.’

I sit there staring at her, I don’t speak, I’m staring and staring waiting for her to tell me what to do. This is unfamiliar territory for me!

‘What I’m going to do, so things aren’t even more delayed for you, is request all the tests that you would need before seeing the fertility specialist.’

Some slight relief, but where are my answers! Where is my plan of action! I walk out with more tests ahead. Ultrasounds and more blood tests.

My appointment comes through for the fertility consultant, and for my ultrasound. Finally getting somewhere. My ultrasound appointment is a week before. So I go, and my expectations are that they’ll do the scan and if there is any issues, it’ll be spoken about in my appointment.

I’m called in, I take my pants off and I lay down, and she starts the scan.

‘Well there are lots of cysts here so I’m pretty sure you have polycystic ovaries, and you have a heat shaped womb.’ she explains, smiling at me. I ask her what this means. I’m reassured it will all be explained in my appointment. So I leave again, alone. I phone my mum and explain, ‘Oh that just means there’ll be more love for the baby!’ Always putting a positive spin on things!

Has anyone ever said to you, don’t google things! Well unfortunately, when you have the rest of the afternoon off, all you have is time, time to fester in things that were said.

Polycystic Ovaries. This is a term that I’ll be hearing about for a long time. Little did I know then that it would consume my life! But at that moment, I was more concerned with the ‘heart shaped womb’. Correctly called a bicornuate uterus. Which along with it comes a high risk of miscarriage, and any pregnancy that doesn’t end in miscarriage, would need to be delivered at around week 30, with only 11% of successful pregnancies making it to full term.

Myself and Dr Google became excellent friends within that week. I panicked, a lot! I cried, a lot! I was heartbroken, and all I could do was wait for my appointment!

Sat in the office with my husband, waiting to be told if we could ever be parents.
‘You have a condition called PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome, you don’t ovulate, and you will need medication to help you do so. I’ll write you a prescription for clomid, which you take day 2-6 of your cycle and then come in for scans and we’ll check if it is working or not.’

‘I’m on day 5 of my current cycle, so I’ll have to wait for my next one then?’ I replied.

He stares at me for a few second, it feels like longer, ‘You say your period are anything up to 3 months long, so I think we get an urgent prescription today and take them from today, otherwise, we’ll be waiting a while.’

He stands as if to prompt us to leave, and as we walk towards the door, I mention the ‘bicornuate uterus’, and what would that mean?

He looks at me confused, goes to my notes and then says ‘Follow me.’

I’m put on a table again, no pants on having another ultrasound. He turns the screen round and shows me my uterus. ‘See here at the top. There’s an ever so slight dip, it would not effect you at all, so there is no issue’. He walks out the room and I get dressed. The nurse hands me the prescription and informs us where the pharmacy is. We leave.

My husband looks at me, ‘That was all a little rushed.’ I give him a little smile of acknowledgement and we walk off to get my prescription, our appointment lasted a total of 10 minutes!