I want to say Wednesday September 18th was the scariest day if my life. But it wasn't. For some reason, even though doom was staring me in the face and I was laying in an uncomfortable bed in the ER bleeding where a pregnant woman shouldn't be bleeding, I was calm. I am not sure where this mild mannered relaxed woman came from, but I became her just when i wanted to cry my eyes out. Even as the nurse tells me that she cannot find my 17wk old baby's heartbeat, I remained calm.
See what had happened was...
Anyway, after the ultrasound was done we waited for the doctor to be available. We were told a mother in labor was not progressing as they had hoped and it cause the doctor we were supposed to see to run behind. The receptionist chose to put us with the other obstetrician in the practice as we had yet to meet either and would be eventually. Just in a different order now.
Now to her (the secondary OB) defense, we were just kinda thrown in her schedule. I don't believe it caused her to run behind, but maybe it did and she needed to rush through us to see the next clients. She was not at all what we hoped for. She was short and slightly rude and seemed like she needed to pick a new profession. Mister and I had a few questions, not a LOT but more than just 2. Each time we would ask, I didn't feel like we were given a full answer and if it were she said it in a tone that was not all too welcoming. Case and point:
Q: Is it okay for me to perm my hair now that I'm in the 2nd trimester now? I've been trying the natural thing for almost a year now and I just don't feel like it's for me.
A: Maybe you should look harder for other styles and options. (In a snarky tone.) Or you can do like I did and cut it all off. (She has a 2-3inch nappy halfro. I think I'll pass.)
*Cue my confusion. I don't remember asking her opinion if I should perm my hair. I asked if it was safe. I actually already knew that I was allowed to "as long as its in a well ventilated area", I just wanted the Hubz to hear it. But she did not at all give me what I was looking for.
Next in our appt the doctor asked me if I had even having any pain and in fact I was. Besides my back, u was pretty crampy and sore in certain parts. She completely disregarded me and said "Well it's too early to be experiencing pain." 1. Obviously it's not because I am and 2. If you felt like that then why the hell did you even ask me?!?!
But just like that the appt was over. No examination, no reassurance, and no confidence in this woman to deliver our child.
The next evening, Mister and I talked about our impressions and opinions on the doctor we met and her practice as a whole and mutually decided that this was not the place for us. It's crazy because very thing I saw, he saw and some without us even mentioning it to each other. We felt like each appt was rushed through, no one fully explained things to us and they just kinda brushed us off as the young black couple. I was slightly disappointed because I had been seeing one of the nurse practitioners since I was 16, but having a baby was a whole new ball game and she would not be able to give me care.
Not more than an hour after Hubz and I decide to switch doctors I head upstairs to use the restroom. On my way up I feel something isn't right. I'm bleeding. Heavy and fast. After a brief freak out, we decide to wait and monitor it for an hr or so and see what happens. At this point it's almost 1am. We decide to go to the ER because we want to make sure nothing is wrong with the baby.
I shower and we leave. We spend 10 almost 11 hours in the ER. We work with a nurse who cannot find the baby's heartbeat on the Doppler machine (*cue brief freak out,) meet with a U/S tech who immediately finds Nugget and says how active it is (Mister says Nugget looked like he/she was riding a bike kicking me,) was assaulted by the on call doctor who had NO CARE or GENTLENESS WHAT SO EVER while doing a general check and waited FOREVER to be officially discharged.
Long story short (is it too late to say that? I mean it was already a long story... Ijs) I ended up having a ruptured cyst that had nothing to do with the baby. Not sure where or why it came, but after all these hours of none sleep I don't even care. As long as Baby is safe and Mommy isn't gonna die, I'm good.
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