I am 26. something weeks and today I had a pregnancy appointment. I was there for about an hour and I learned a) I gained some weight (don’t know, don’t care, I don’t look at the scale.) b) I’m measuring right on track c) baby’s heartbeat was perfect d) I should take Vitamin D supplements e) I don’t know who my doctor is f) They want more of my money g) They will do stuff on me just cause. Because you and I and our babies and our pregnancies must be EXACTLY alike.
I have been at a new hospital since we moved and had to find a new doctor. I have met a midwife and a doctor, trying to decide who I liked better and which direction I wanted to go and who I wanted to deliver my baby. I decided to go with the midwife.
Today, I found out that “whoever is on call will deliver the baby, which is totally frustrating to me. In my previous experience, you have a doctor, you see the doctor through your pregnancy, and when you give birth, the doctor you’ve been seeing is there for delivery.
That’s why we ask you to meet all the midwifes here because you don’t know who will be on call when you go into labor.
Right. That makes tons of sense.
I’m almost 27 weeks and, I guess, starting now, I’m suppose to be seen every 2 weeks.
It’s standard policy.
Yeah, but why? I don’t need to be seen every 2 weeks. I’m not high risk. I don’t need to come in every 2 weeks to have you weigh me. I’ll call you if I don’t feel movement or something.
(At my old doctor we were seen every 4 weeks until we hit the 36 mark. I get so irritated when people do everything because it’s just “normal standard policy.” )
Well, let’s schedule your next appointment….
Okay, how about this date?
Your midwife isn’t here that date. She’s not here that date either…
Well, tell me, when IS she here?
Great, that day sounds great.
Well, ma’am, that’s 3 weeks from now, not 2.
3 weeks is fine. I’m not even 30 weeks yet. You can see me in 3 weeks.
Well…. it’s standard policy that at 25 weeks we see everyone at 2 weeks from this point in their pregnancy…
I will see you in THREE.
So, then, my next appointment, or the other before that or after that or whenever, is the testing for gestational diabetes. I have to drink this yummy juice at the doctors office and then wait an hour and then my doctor will see me. (Which means I will be there for approximately 2 hours.)
Why can’t I take the juice home?
We have to monitor you here. So you drink it here and then wait in the waiting room for an hour.
Monitor me? Monitor me doing what? Are you afraid I wont take it or something? Why would I lie about drinking this yummy juice? I would just decline the test if I didn’t want it.
It’s standard policy ma’am.
Do you have wireless internet? Can I bring my laptop? Do you have a movie theater here?
(I would be going to a birthing center, but my insurance doesn’t cover it, and it’s something like $4,000+ that I would have to pay out of pocket and that isn’t up my alley. I would also deliver at home but my husband isn’t for it. Secretly, between you and me, I’m going to try and labor at home as long as possible so when I get to the hospital, there will be no time for monitoring or heplock or whatever. It will just be GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME NOW!)