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The majority of infertility success stories that are shared in the media today are those that involve ART, or assisted reproductive technologies. These interventions are wonderful; I love that we have the ability to bring babies into the world for those who may not otherwise have that chance. But for my husband and myself, we knew that ART would not be an option, for a variety of reasons. And unfortunately, for a nurse-practitioner in a rural town, a couple refusing to pursue IUI or IVF was an anomaly. I was told, point-blank, that if I didn’t go to the fertility clinic, I didn’t have any other options. We were slapped with the label of “primary infertility,” and got the feeling that she truly didn’t know what to do with us.
The basal body temperature charts, the ovulation predictor kits, and the symptoms I had so painstakingly tracked were thrown out the window, dismissed by a nurse practitioner who (despite best intentions) had no use for such things. And I followed her advice; we did go to a fertility clinic and have testing done. But I was largely disillusioned with the push towards IUI and injectibles, and I began searching for another method to expand our family. After too many Google searches, we stumbled across naturopathy.
To those who don’t know, naturopathy is a system of alternative medicine that avoids conventional medications and interventions, and instead focuses on the organic causes for an illness. This sounds a little “out there” for most; I understand this. I have been called every name under the sun (and lovingly referred to as a hippy) for pursuing naturopathic medicine, but since it worked for me, I am an advocate.
After a little research, and some prompting by many women who attended my church, I called the naturopath in our small town. He fit me in almost immediately; a quality I cherished after a three-month wait to get in to the fertility clinic.