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The end of an ERA
I picked up a folder from the office today. It was only about an inch and half thick. But as I walked through that empty waiting room that used to be filled with chairs and chairs of hopeful women...my heart overflowed. Tears streamed down my face as I walked back to my car and a flood of me
mories overtook me. Some of the most significant things I've ever experienced happened in that office. Stories we tell to this day we're crafted from our experiences there. My life as I know it grew out of that office and Dr. EDUARD SERVY. He's a tall man. Charming. Maybe it's the French accent but I've always liked him from the start. Walking into that office I had no hopes of having a family. I had already been through testing and pills and IUIs. Like so many that walk through those doors..I came there as my last resort. The process was arduous and painful. The shots were one thing but the overstimulation put me in the hospital the first time. So much crying from hormones and fear. Fear that it wouldn't work. Fear that I was wasting all this money for nothing. On the day the grand total was due to continue on to the egg retrieval and insemination I remember standing in the corner of his office on the phone with the credit card company pleading for them to raise my limit because in order to proceed I had to pay the balance in full. They did. And the journey continued. When you are an IVF patient. The relationship doesn't stop when the baby is born. Nooo. It's a right of passage to bring that baby back at every stage of their life to show off everyone's handiwork. They all helped. The nurses..the staff. They all walked through that trying journey with you. They've all seen you cry. Some tears of joy and some tears of loss. I had loss too. I had frozen embryos that never lived..never made it. You mourn the thought of children youd never know. It's natural. You also deeply appreciate with all your soul the children you do have.
mories overtook me. Some of the most significant things I've ever experienced happened in that office. Stories we tell to this day we're crafted from our experiences there. My life as I know it grew out of that office and Dr. EDUARD SERVY. He's a tall man. Charming. Maybe it's the French accent but I've always liked him from the start. Walking into that office I had no hopes of having a family. I had already been through testing and pills and IUIs. Like so many that walk through those doors..I came there as my last resort. The process was arduous and painful. The shots were one thing but the overstimulation put me in the hospital the first time. So much crying from hormones and fear. Fear that it wouldn't work. Fear that I was wasting all this money for nothing. On the day the grand total was due to continue on to the egg retrieval and insemination I remember standing in the corner of his office on the phone with the credit card company pleading for them to raise my limit because in order to proceed I had to pay the balance in full. They did. And the journey continued. When you are an IVF patient. The relationship doesn't stop when the baby is born. Nooo. It's a right of passage to bring that baby back at every stage of their life to show off everyone's handiwork. They all helped. The nurses..the staff. They all walked through that trying journey with you. They've all seen you cry. Some tears of joy and some tears of loss. I had loss too. I had frozen embryos that never lived..never made it. You mourn the thought of children youd never know. It's natural. You also deeply appreciate with all your soul the children you do have.
Dr. Servy is retired now. But he's left quite a legacy. People all over the place are here because he chose this very special, very wonderful profession. I'm still crying because with a 14 year old and twin 8 year olds I had forgotten that extreme pain of wanting a child so badly. Walking in there today reminded me of how very far I've been able to come. It makes me pretty appreciative of all the trouble my minions give me. It makes the hard work of parenting seem sorta miniscule in comparison to the hole I once had in my heart.
I wish Dr. Servy such a restful retirement and many more games of golf. I literally love that man for what he did to help me. GOD CHOSE THE CHILDREN BUT DR. SERVY WAS THE INSTRUMENT IN GETTING THEM HERE.
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