Today, I got a phone call I’ve been anxiously awaiting; I left a message over a week ago and finally heard back today. I spoke with Dr. P, who apologized profusely for not getting back to me sooner. We talked for a little bit, and she was kind enough to say, “I have to commend you; most of the women we see [in women’s mental health] come in and say ‘Oh no! I’m pregnant! Now what!'”
I had mentioned my psychiatrist’s name in my message, because I knew that he was familiar with some of the doctors at the program. Turns out, they know each other quite well. I have no idea how well or why, because psychiatrists just never tell you very much about themselves. So the conversation quickly moved to who, exactly, I should make an appointment to see. I could see one of the fellows (or interns? not sure). Or I could see one of their supervisors. (Both options are in New York City, but I knew that trip would be necessary.) Now, I am all about helping doctors learn. Dr. C was fellow (intern?) when I met him, and he was still awesome. These psychiatrists already have their MDs; they’re being trained in women’s mental health, specifically, so they know a whole lot more than your average psychiatrist. I did have one thought, though, and it turned out to be a good one–if I am adding another member to my growing-fast team of medical/mental health professionals, wouldn’t it be nice if two of them already knew each other? Dr. P agreed.
Now, we just have to find a time to meet. That’s not going to be super easy… but I still feel like I’m one step closer to Baby. I needed to feel that, today. Thanks, Dr. P!