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Insurance Can Kiss My...

My OB's office called to let me know that my stupid HMO which caused me nothing but grief while trying to conceive the 1st time around is still up to the same ol' bullcrap that they're known for.  They no longer refer to Dr. Haas ("not in network") and now use another well-known RE in our area.  I've had friends that have been to The Other Guy and he's probably fine, but he isn't my "miracle worker". 

He hasn't held my hand when I lost a baby.  He didn't come visit me three times a day when I was hospitalized.  He didn't caress my forehead as I dozed off for surgery.  And he didn't have a hand in the miracle that is now Paisley.  There's a bond there that just can't be replicated.

So, she asked what I wanted her to do and I want to see Dr. Haas.  Period.  Even if insurance denies it (which I'll appeal every single day until I get my way), I will pay to see him.  Which I'll do even if they do approve it because they suck at infertility coverage.  Their policy is that infertility treatment is optional.  But since he is the only one who does ovarian drilling in this area, so it only makes sense that I would follow-up with him now.  We wouldn't be starting from Square One.  He already knows my whole history, and he knows that my body frequently throws modern medicine a curveball. 

And if I'll ever cycle again, I'm going to do a month of charting and OPK's to see what (if anything) is going on in there!

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  1. I hate insurance!! Can't live without it, but can't live with it. So frustrating! I totally understand not wanting to change and having to start ALL over with someone new.

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  2. Good luck to y'all! Insurance is a bitch. Mine covered zero infertility treatment/drugs. Bleh.


    Paisley is a doll. I see why you want another one :)

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  3. I know what you mean - I would NEVER go to a different RE or OB. They are husband and wife andI LOVE them. I'm sorry insurance is being crappy - you must have the same one as I do, lol! As for your last post, I just wanted to say...try to take it one step at a time. Just because things are exactly normal doesn't mean you are back to square one. It might mean you just need a tweak here and there...that is my wish for you:). Hang in there, hun!

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  4. The one thing in life that would be make trying conceive a little easier is and a little less stressful is if insurance would actually cover services and physicians we want! I found it so frustrating to have to deal with IF and Insurance!!! Maybe if we all went to therapists and ran up insurance fees there for IF they would consider covering more RE's and services!!

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  5. I went to the ER as self-pay twice in a week in June, and was set up with an obgyn for follow up. Did a cycle of the hcg diet, and was shocked not quite a week ago with three positive pregnancy tests!! This is our first after four years of infertility with two miscarriages, so super exciting and scary! Anyway, called to set up an appt with this obgyn, only to find out that now that I'm on medicaid (I'm poor, what can I say) he won't take me! If I was any other insurance, or independantly wealthy, he'd take me, but not on medicaid because I'm out of county. None of the three in my area would! I was going to have to go to a big city over an hour away for natal care!! Thankfully, there is a local midwife/nurse practitioner, who works in the same office as these three jokers, and she overheard them telling me no one would take me, and made the receptionist call me back and said SHE would take me! :) So now I have a midwife (my mom did three homebirths - mine will be in hospital), and coverage THANK. GOD.

    Good luck, darling! Your daughter is gorgeous and so sweet, and I really hope you do get another miracle :)

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  6. Oh my gosh, insurance has been a blessing and a heartache all thru the IF whirlwind! We wouldn't have Davie without it, but it's been a bear getting claims filed. And they tried to do the same thing to us - when we came back this time, they said at first we had to use another doc! I fought it tooth and nail, and we were finally approved to stay with the doc that brought us Davie. But oh, they've been a nightmare right up 'til the moment I gave myself the first Lupron shot! Literally - I had to wait for approval 'til 6:45 pm, and got the IVF go-ahead in time to give myself the shot at 7pm!

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