That's the statistic that Dr. Y quoted to me today when we went for our "2nd opinion" appointment at Infertility Clinic #3. 40% of women with a UU, he said, will successfully carry a baby.
Those aren't great odds.
He then amended this statement, saying that in our case, since we know about the UU and would be able to do anything possible during the pregnancy, working with a perinatologist, that we might be up to 60%.
60%. I guess that's sounding a little better. I was slightly heartened.
But then he retracted and said based on my history, he'd hypothesize that my chances overall are about 40%.
Part of me felt crushed. He said it so matter-of-factly, no qualms about it. No doctor has ever quoted that number to me. It's hard to hear.
But the other part of me felt like I was having an out of body experience. I was watching myself and Jeff sit in this doctor's office across the table from him telling us bad news and I wanted to laugh, thinking that, He's wrong. This man is wrong. It is going to happen for us. There is still hope, and I'm going to look back on this scene one day and know that he was wrong.
I'm not giving up.
Incidentally, after the consult, he did order an additional few blood tests that he thought had been missing from my workup based on the medical records he received. (I think they'd been done. For some reason, they only sent the last 6 month's worth of records from Infertility Clinic #1... which means everything from 2008 and 2009 are missing - but who am I to argue? I'm supposed to be a proponent of informed consumerism when it comes to healthcare, but when it boils right down to it, I would rather check and recheck. Bring on the repetitve and unncessary tests!)
The nurse came in with the good news that they could draw my blood right there. An HOUR later, two nurses and about 14 failed sticks, they still couldn't get three viles out of me! I am battered and bruised tonight! Will justice ever be served? I've got a completely messed up reproductive system.... the least I could have is good veins!