Pardon me, while I fall off the face of the earth for a while.
Today has been a stressful day and it’s only half over. I sit at my desk trying to focus on work, when what I really want to do is eat and drink my feelings. Or escape this reality for a little while. Anything to take my mind off the next week.
Our IVF down payment is due next Tuesday. We are prepared for this. We owe $11,735 up front to cover the retrieval and transplant. All other appointments will be billed separately with the final payment due 30 days after all is said and done. I looked back at how much those appointments cost last year and it ended up being about $2200. Not cheap, but we’ve got some time to save and pay those off. I’m not worried about that at all. After all, I work in finance, so money is kind of my thing.
What we were not prepared for, however, was the ASTRONOMICAL cost for the fertility drugs, Remember, if you will, that when we went through this last year, I had already met my medical deductible due to my gallbladder surgery. When we ordered our medications, I only had to pay for one drug, due to my insurance not covering that particular one. Our drug treatments costs a whopping $450. I knew we were lucky; I had done some research on how much fertility drugs would cost and ballpark was $3-5k. Staggering, right? Well, let me tell you, that even if you’ve done your research and you feel like you’re mentally prepared to handle the cost of these drugs, you’re not ACTUALLY prepared to handle the final total. This round of medications? $4,612.86. To my knowledge, that doesn’t include refills on any of the medications. Just let that sink in for a second.
I’ve been trying so hard to work on my attitude this last week. Just yesterday, I volunteered at a place called Open Arms in Minneapolis. Open Arms is a non-profit organization that delivers free healthy, nutritious meals to people with life-threatening illnesses in the Twin Cities. As I worked alongside my co-workers, I was struck by how lucky I am. I have my health, my husband, a roof over my head. It could be a lot worse. Then I get hit with this fertility medication total and I’m pissed off at the world again. It shouldn’t be this hard. It shouldn’t cost this much. Terrible people have kids everyday and yet, all my husband and I want is to have one (seriously, we’ll settle for just one!) child of our own and the universe says “fuck you.” You want this to happen? Well, we’re going to make you work really fucking hard for it, and we’re not guaranteeing shit.
We’ve got the love. We’ve got the desire. We’ve got the money. We’ve got the space. We’ve got everything we need to welcome a child into this world. Apparently, that just isn’t enough.
So excuse me, while I ponder the unfairness of it all. Because, right now, I’ve had about enough of this bullshit.