Blue Crush

Throughout the IF process, we all encounter medical professionals who – just by the slightest action – can make or break our day. It’s not fair, really. We often have high expectations of them because we are looking for something, someone, ANYTHING to help us make sense of what’s going wrong with a process that in theory should be pretty straightforward.

Not to mention how freakin’ expensive this is. After all, if you’re getting better service from the bra saleswoman at Nordstrom than you are from someone at your OBGYN or RE clinic, then there is a problem.

ANYWAY…

This is not a rant. It’s a shout out to Mary Beth, who probably doesn’t read IF blogs, but who deserves a shout out anyway.

Mary Beth is the receptionist at my OB’s office. She is a terribly busy woman. About half the time I call there, I get a busy signal. Seriously people. A busy signal. How 1985.

So Mary Beth has a lot of ladies’ names to remember. And I am amazed that she remembers mine.

Mary Beth has been there, the first to congratulate me with each of my “I’m pregnant” calls. She’s also mercifully & quickly whisked me from the waiting room full of pregnant women during each of my subsequent m/c’s. I wish I knew Mary Beth under happier circumstances. She’s seen me in near tears more than she’s seen me smile.

As I was leaving the OB office the other day, Mary Beth told me her last day was at the end of the week. She’s moving to Oahu to be a massage therapist. How cool is that?

She looked at me with her bright blue eyes and said, “I won’t be here to congratulate you but I know that your time will come to celebrate.” She reached across the desk and grabbed my hand as I held back the tears, “I know you will have reason to celebrate and I wish you all the best.”

Wowsers. Ok, first, she was amazingly busy. There were probably like 50 pregnant women in Portland getting busy signals. Second, she didn’t have to say anything to little old me. Third, it was just incredibly nice and thoughtful and touching. She gave me hope and made my day.

So Mary Beth, you freaking rock. I just know you are going to have one kick ass life chillin’ in Oahu. I wish someday I could tell you about my celebration, however it may come. In the meantime, I will miss you.

Shaka.