You are your own biggest cheerleader...

In January 2016 we decided it was time to go to a reproductive endocrinologist.  On a good friend’s recommendation, we met with a ray of sunshine.  Dr. C. ran an insane number of tests, personally invaded my space with a giant wand, and just like that, we were best friends.  I felt good, we made a choice to get ourselves into the hands we needed, and we were going to get pregnant.  She said she wanted to let my current cycle finish off naturally, and then with my next cycle we would begin IUI.

Well, in typical me-fashion, I of course got pregnant that month.  As soon as we took that leap of faith to get specialized care, I got pregnant.  And, on no medication (Clomid only lasted for six months).  Cautious, but optimistic, I couldn’t believe it.  My first beta was good, not great, but was still positive.  A few days later, was again a big fat zero.  My body had failed me again.  I took the necessary time to grieve, and then took solace in the fact that we were now in good hands, and we would get pregnant one way or another.


The next five months of my life were extremely difficult.  My life shifted in a tremendous way.  Early morning appointments, five months of injections: four rounds of IUI and one canceled cycle, yielded nothing but failure each and every single month.  Two months in, another doctor in my practice told me that I should probably skip IUI and go straight to IVF.  I was excited about this only to be met with the fact that my insurance requires SIX rounds of IUI before gaining approval for IVF. So we continued to do two more pointless cycles, including one canceled month (which means shots anyway), living by the unfair insurance stipulations. **Side note, I know I am very fortunate to have unlimited IUI and 4 IVF coverage - I appreciate how rare it is and thank the great state of which I reside for providing its’ state workers with this aspect of healthcare.


Come June I had had enough so I began to investigate. Turns out, the one canceled cycle didn’t count towards the six of course, and my doctor was basically telling me IUI was a waste on me.   In fact, she said her practice had recently made an extensive presentation to a large insurance company arguing the point that requiring patients to do IUI before IVF was not only a waste of the doctor’s resources, but of the insurance company’s money as well.  Their presentation was shut down in spite of their greatest efforts, but this story ignited a fire under my ass.  There was NO way I could put myself through the hell of two more rounds of IUI only to be met with more failure, all while knowing it was for naught.


The next day, I called my insurance company and spoke to a nurse who was very sweet.  She told me she completely understood my conundrum and though rare, I should submit my case to the insurance company’s medical director, pleading for approval.   I called over to Susan at Dr. C’s office, and thankfully she compiled all my files immediately.  Less than 24 hours later, I receive an email from Susan with good news: I was approved to forgo the next two rounds of IUI, and go right to IVF.


Tip: If you’re not going to advocate & cheer for yourself, who will? As great as Susan was, I was just another patient in a sea of thousands.  It did not make one ounce of difference in her life whether or not I had to do two more pointless rounds of IUI.  I needed to be the catalyst to my future.  You need to find your voice, and use it.  Things don’t fall into the laps of those who sit around and wish things weren’t as they are - they end up working out for those who tell insurance companies to STFU and be empathetic human beings.