Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Please pray.

5 days before we were to have our FET (frozen embryo transfer) I received a message that Dr. Binor was ill and we would need to cancel.

Ill???? He's got 5 days to take some medicine and get better! What the hell is going on!?

The message didn't add up. He wouldn't cancel if he were fighting the flu. This man lives and breathes babies and he was just excited as we were for our FET. 

I called Nora, my case nurse. She's my favorite and she's been my nurse since before we had Olivia. I could hear the worry mixed with uncertainty in her voice and my heart sank. 

"We don't have any answers at this point. I am hoping and praying for the best, but we don't know if and when he will be back. Hold off if you can. If you can't wait we can make a recommendation for you to see another specialist."

What. The. F***. . 

As disappointed as I was that we had to cancel our FET- the amount of disappointment couldn't measure the amount of heartbreak I felt for Dr. Binor. I've lost sleep wondering how he's doing and what could be wrong. I've called his office every couple days for an update. Thanks to HIPPA I haven't been able to find out much, but I am hoping and praying for a positive outcome. 

Family and friends have been quick to tell me to find a new doctor. I understand where they are coming from, but it's more complicated than just finding a new doc. My frozen embryos are with Dr. Binor's lab. To transfer embryo's costs a pretty penny and I only have 3 left. 2 embryo's are transferred every FET. Per insurance, I only have ONE egg retrieval left in a LIFETIME. One. That's it. If and when we make our move- we have to be 1000000% certain that we pick the right doctor. There's no room for error here and to be honest, I'm not ready to make a move. 

When I was admitted to the hospital with OHSS, Dr. Binor showed up in his pajamas. He spoke to every single doctor and nurse before they were aloud to step foot in my room. 

When we went in for the reduction consultation, I left the room to call Dr. Binor. I needed to know what to do and he helped us make that decision. 

When I bled throughout the first several months of my pregnancy, Dr. Binor gave us his home phone number. He took our calls every hour of the night and gave us comfort in our times of panic. 

He spoke to every doctor, specialist, technician on our behalf. He tracked our pregnancy and celebrated the day Olivia was born. He throws birthday parties for all of his miracle babies. 

He's more than just a doctor. He's a miracle worker. He's a kind, gentle, funny human being and because of that man, we have our Olivia.

We won't be making a decision until we speak with Dr. Binor. 

Please pray. Pray as hard as you can. Keep this man in your prayers because he would do the same for you. He did for me. 

During our last consultation with Dr. Binor I told him I was afraid he was going to go somewhere or retire.  He smiled and looked me right in the eyes, "not until I get you pregnant."

Ok Dr Binor, I'm ready when you are.