Mad, frustrated, upset, a crying hormonal mess. That's how I feel today. We went to see Mr. Meanie OB today and the appointment did not go how I wanted. Nurse asked if I wanted the doc to do an exam to see how far I was and I said "Well I was hoping he could strip my membranes today." She said Dr. Meanie doesn't do that, but the other two do. I have the best luck don't I? So I said "No, no exam if he's not going to do that, there is no point, no thanks." I was placed on the monitors and left for like a half an hour till the OB finally arrived (late lunch?). He only saw one time her heart rate went up and down, and they like to see at least two in 20 minutes. He returns with what he calls "juice" (a Hi-C juice box) and has me drink that. I lie there for another 20 minutes or so before he returns and says she looks fine. Measures belly, but never even feels for her presenting body part to even see if she is head down still or in a favorable position. Says he'll send me for an ultrasound, the biophysical profile, to check on her growth. He goes on and on about the
BPP and what it is and why they do it, like I am some dummy who has no clue. Whatever, just shut up-good grief. Hubby is rolling his eyes. He hands me my exit paperwork and it says to see him next week. Great. I am crumbling inside. I ask if then he will strip membranes and he goes into this whole lecture about how we can
discuss it then but he doesn't do it. I check out at the front and the receptionist asks if everything is alright. No, its not.
I break down in the car. I am tired of being pregnant. I want MY favorite doctor, not this asshole (yes, I swore, that's how much I can't stand him). I am 2 days away from my due date and he won't strip my membranes, not even at the next appointment. Ugh. I would at least like to do that before you stick me with needles and pump me full of drugs! DH convinces me to call the office and ask to be seen by one of the other two
OBs. I call, ask, and get put on hold. And then I get set up with my favorite OB. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I can't handle the stress of Mr. Meanie any more.
My ultrasound is tomorrow, I'm sure it will go fine. Then I go to my nice OB on Wednesday so we'll see how things go then. I just know this baby is going to be very late.
Mad, frustrated, upset, a crying hormonal mess. That's how I feel today. We went to see Mr. Meanie OB today and the appointment did not go how I wanted. Nurse asked if I wanted the doc to do an exam to see how far I was and I said "Well I was hoping he could strip my membranes today." She said Dr. Meanie doesn't do that, but the other two do. I have the best luck don't I? So I said "No, no exam if he's not going to do that, there is no point, no thanks." I was placed on the monitors and left for like a half an hour till the OB finally arrived (late lunch?). He only saw one time her heart rate went up and down, and they like to see at least two in 20 minutes. He returns with what he calls "juice" (a Hi-C juice box) and has me drink that. I lie there for another 20 minutes or so before he returns and says she looks fine. Measures belly, but never even feels for her presenting body part to even see if she is head down still or in a favorable position. Says he'll send me for an ultrasound, the biophysical profile, to check on her growth. He goes on and on about the BPP and what it is and why they do it, like I am some dummy who has no clue. Whatever, just shut up-good grief. Hubby is rolling his eyes. He hands me my exit paperwork and it says to see him next week. Great. I am crumbling inside. I ask if then he will strip membranes and he goes into this whole lecture about how we can discuss it then but he doesn't do it. I check out at the front and the receptionist asks if everything is alright. No, its not.
I break down in the car. I am tired of being pregnant. I want MY favorite doctor, not this asshole (yes, I swore, that's how much I can't stand him). I am 2 days away from my due date and he won't strip my membranes, not even at the next appointment. Ugh. I would at least like to do that before you stick me with needles and pump me full of drugs! DH convinces me to call the office and ask to be seen by one of the other two OBs. I call, ask, and get put on hold. And then I get set up with my favorite OB. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I can't handle the stress of Mr. Meanie any more.
My ultrasound is tomorrow, I'm sure it will go fine. Then I go to my nice OB on Wednesday so we'll see how things go then. I just know this baby is going to be very late.