Saving the babies | He made a way (Part 2)

Needless to say, Thursday was rough, but by Friday, I had already decided to let go and let God.

I did, however, wake up extremely cranky because I spent the day before running around town to different appointments and here I was again, waking up at 5 a.m. to get dressed to head to the fertility clinic.

I was also frustrated because unless there’s an appointment where a big decision needs to be made or new treatment details are expected to emerge, I don’t expect Souers to be there. The fertility preservation stuff is different to me though and he wasn’t originally planning on going to the appointment. Not because he didn’t care. He was just trying to work overtime and perhaps, I didn’t communicate the importance of this appointment well.

When we realized I couldn’t get dressed again after the ultrasound without help, he changed out of his work clothes without hesitation. Some things are more important than money and this is just one of those things.

We arrived at the clinic a little early and it didn’t take long before I was called to the window.

“Jasmine,” the assistant yelled out to me across the lobby.

“Right here,” I responded.

“I didn’t know you were starting your cycle right now. No one told me about it, but you do know you have a balance of $4900 and that needs to be paid today before you can start your cycle.”

My heart dropped. We’d been to the clinic twice and how much the process would cost was the one question we asked repeatedly. Furthermore, we had already been reassured by the doctor that money would not prevent us from getting the treatments done.

“We were told by the doctor you guys were working on getting that covered and anything that wasn’t covered we could put on a payment plan. You guys don’t have anything like that?” I asked.

“No…We don’t do payment plans. You can apply for a credit card. They pay us and you pay them. If you’re declined, we may be able to work something out,” she responded.

“Well, is Traci here today? I would like to talk to her to figure out what’s going on.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to the doctor and you can just have a seat in the lobby.”

I stormed back to my seat.

“Did you hear that?” I asked Souers. I wasn’t sure if I was more frantic or angry. “We might as well leave. We’ve been asking them about money this whole time. And I can’t believe she discussed our business like that in the lobby.”

A few minutes later, the assistant called us to the back to discuss our case “more privately.”

“Alright, I talked to the doctor and we have two options for payment plans,” she showed us the numbers written on a folded piece of paper.

I couldn’t even look her in the face I was so angry.

“We can do $544 for 9 months or $816 for 6 months,” she continued.

I shook my head, “no” and looked at Souers to see if I could gauge some kind of reaction.

“I’ll let you guys talk it over,” she stood up and walked out the room.

I shook my head, again, and looked at Souers. “We can’t do that,” I said.

“We could get a personal loan from the bank if we needed to,” he responded.

I closed my eyes and immediately I heard a voice say “Plead the blood.” So, I stopped letting my emotions run wild and I prayed.

Lord, I plead the blood over this situation. I ask that you make a way where it feels like there’s no way. If this doesn’t work out, I take that to mean we won’t have a problem conceiving in two years, but I will not let them stress me out today. I will not let this stress me out.

As my eyes reopened, so did the door and the assistant walked back in.

“Okay. I talked to the doctor and he said the ultrasound needs to happen today and that you guys have to do this now because you won’t have another chance. He said I needed do whatever I needed to do to make this work. So, we can do a 12- and a 18-month plan.”

We explained how I was on medical leave and we couldn’t afford any additional large expenses at this time.

“Okay. Well, I’m trying to work with you. Tell me how much you can afford until you go back to work.”

“150?” I asked looking to Souers for affirmation.

She agreed and asked if we still needed to talk to Traci.

“No, we really just wanted to talk to her to figure out if she was still working on getting any of the services covered,” I responded.

“Okay. Well, you can go ahead and do your ultrasound and we’ll make arrangements when you check out.”

We thanked her and as soon as she took us to the exam room, I thanked God over, and over, and over, again.

God had His hands all over this thing and once again, he made a way when it felt there was none. Once again, he was showing us how the people we were meeting were working in alignment with His will and His plans for us to prosper.

And it all started with the OBGYN trusting her gut.

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