I love summer. I really do. In fact, I love June most of all because summer has just begun and there seems almost limitless possibilities for fun in the sun....at least there were when I was a kid.
When I was about 6 years old my parents decided to send me off to Day Camp somewhere south of Boston. I am not sure exactly where this camp was located but my Mom assured me in later years that it was an outstanding camp. I don't remember a lot about that camp but I do remember two very specific aspects of being a camper there.....First of all, we ate a lot of hot dogs. I can still remember the smell of those burned cylinders of artificial fillings and how the odor mingled with the smell of all the fresh pine needles at the camp. Secondly, I remember the pool....
Now I was not afraid of water. In fact, I spend hours and hours in my backyard swimming in a little plastic kiddie pool that we bought at Child World. The best thing about the pool was that it was warm and shallow. I loved making a whirlpool by swimming around and around the edge of pool and then rolling over on my back and letting the moving water continue pushing me along. Boy, life was sure easy...
But then I was sent to Day Camp and I found myself way outside of my comfort zone. First of all, the pool was 25 feet deep. Not really but it seemed that way. Secondly, the water was ice cold. How cold was it? Well every morning the cooks broke off chunks of ice from the shallow end to add to the Kool-Aid to keep the drinks cool all day. Finally, the method of choice to encourage us to become comfortable in the pool was to have us hold hands and play "Ring Around the Rosie." Of course, I always ended up holding hands with a kid whose lung capacity allowed him to remain submerged for half the morning. That meant that every game represented a "near-drowning" opportunity. Needless to say, I didn't swim a lot that summer. To my Mother's credit she silently noted every day that my bathing suit was completely dry and never ridiculed me for my pool phobia.
The following summer we rented a house in West Dennis on Cape Cod and an amazing thing happened...I learned how to swim on my own. The gently sloping beach allowed me to gradually overcome my fear of deeper water and by the end of that summer I was a real little fish. Years later I served as the Assistant Waterfront Director at Storer Scout Reservation...a far cry from the scared 6 year old who wouldn't go swimming.
So what does this little vignette have to do with IVF? Well, sometimes you have to wade before you can swim. Natural Cycle IVF offers some patients a much less threatening introduction to ART than stimulated cycle IVF. Although some physicians roll their eyes and basically tell patients to just get over their fears and jump into the deep end of the fertility treatment pool, not everyone is comfortable with that approach. Patients who fail to succeed with NC IVF will often consider stimulated IVF following this less imposing introduction.....sometimes surprising themselves in the process. So when patients come in and tell me that they are not mentally and emotionally ready for stimulated cycle IVF, I remember how I felt sitting on the edge of that pool in 90 degree weather watching those kids dodge icebergs and laughing with joy and am really glad that I can offer them a chance to get their feet wet gradually...
When I was about 6 years old my parents decided to send me off to Day Camp somewhere south of Boston. I am not sure exactly where this camp was located but my Mom assured me in later years that it was an outstanding camp. I don't remember a lot about that camp but I do remember two very specific aspects of being a camper there.....First of all, we ate a lot of hot dogs. I can still remember the smell of those burned cylinders of artificial fillings and how the odor mingled with the smell of all the fresh pine needles at the camp. Secondly, I remember the pool....
Now I was not afraid of water. In fact, I spend hours and hours in my backyard swimming in a little plastic kiddie pool that we bought at Child World. The best thing about the pool was that it was warm and shallow. I loved making a whirlpool by swimming around and around the edge of pool and then rolling over on my back and letting the moving water continue pushing me along. Boy, life was sure easy...
The following summer we rented a house in West Dennis on Cape Cod and an amazing thing happened...I learned how to swim on my own. The gently sloping beach allowed me to gradually overcome my fear of deeper water and by the end of that summer I was a real little fish. Years later I served as the Assistant Waterfront Director at Storer Scout Reservation...a far cry from the scared 6 year old who wouldn't go swimming.
So what does this little vignette have to do with IVF? Well, sometimes you have to wade before you can swim. Natural Cycle IVF offers some patients a much less threatening introduction to ART than stimulated cycle IVF. Although some physicians roll their eyes and basically tell patients to just get over their fears and jump into the deep end of the fertility treatment pool, not everyone is comfortable with that approach. Patients who fail to succeed with NC IVF will often consider stimulated IVF following this less imposing introduction.....sometimes surprising themselves in the process. So when patients come in and tell me that they are not mentally and emotionally ready for stimulated cycle IVF, I remember how I felt sitting on the edge of that pool in 90 degree weather watching those kids dodge icebergs and laughing with joy and am really glad that I can offer them a chance to get their feet wet gradually...
