It's been a busy week.
Last Thursday I learned that my OB was moving across the country with her last day being June 30th, just about a week before my due date. Thus began the intense scramble to find a new OB who would accept me this late in pregnancy (as though this was my fault!). I began the process of finding the new OB that same day and as of Wednesday morning, I was still jumping through hoops to figure out exactly what I needed to do and who needed what from whom. I finally lost it with my current doctor's office and expressed my deep frustration with the receptionist who, once again, questioned why the new OB's office would want a letter of referral from my current OB. I said, in as firm and unhappy a voice as I was actually feeling..."I don't care why they want it...it doesn't matter....I'm just doing what they asked and I'm getting tired of jumping through hoops and being second-guessed all the time. I just need the letter now." (Those probably weren't my exact words, but the receptionist quickly changed her tune and started treating me a lot nicer.
By yesterday afternoon the letter had been faxed to the new office and the new OB had set up appointments...yes, multiple ones. The first was a medical history at 8:30, followed by the actual exam at 10:10. Add to that the previously scheduled ultrasound appt. at the current OB at 1:30 and it made for a very long day for Miss Em and me. Oh, and did I mention just how eager I was to spend the entire day in doctor's offices during an outbreak of the Swine flu (with a confirmed case extremely locally)? Needless to say, we sanitized throughout the day.
Em was a trooper. We left the house at 8:15 and got back home at 2:30 or so. It was a long...long day.
The good news is that all seems well. We are indeed still having a baby boy, who as yet still has no name. I asked the ultrasound tech to double check before I started painting the nursery. Although I physically measure about a week ahead, the baby is measuring perfectly on target for 30 weeks. When I asked about his estimated size, the tech said he was around 3.2 lbs, which is apparently pretty average. Sounds good to me. My blood pressure was an excellent 110/60 and the baby's heartrate was a great 152 bpm. Everything looks normal, which is exactly what we want to hear. Now I just have to get in gear for painting and cleaning (what's this I hear about a nesting instinct?) and stay strong for the last 10 weeks. I filled out the hospital pre-registration form and need to get that in the mail soon. Time has crept by until now....but I have a feeling that it's going to start moving a little faster soon.
2 comments:
Congrats, Christina, on getting that receptionist to take you seriously!
This poor little baby boy still doesn't have a name? Not to fret, he will have one before he comes home from the hospital. I know several people who go through family members' names, or friends, etc.
We looked through the name books and the meanings, and finally, when people were asking me what we were going to name our son, I said, "Beauregard Wilbert!" Talk about getting strange looks! :-D
No, we did not use that name. We looked at everything from "Asa" to "Zane" and made a decision on the first name before he was born. By the time he left the hospital he had a middle name. All was well, and we didn't have to call our son "Hey YOU!" ;-)
You will have the right name for your son and you will know it. Be at peace!
Shalom, shalom
Keeping you and your pregnancy in prayer.
My friend the cardiac nurse is expecting her next grandchild (from her son & his wife) about the same time yours is due (I think she's a week ahead of you). Their first was born 7 weeks early.
I called my friend last night, and she was in the hospital with her daughter-in-law, who went into labor 8 weeks early, and they were able to stop the contractions for now.
Since I've been praying for both of you together, I thought I should let you know that my prayers for you are increasing. I prefer to only have one "adventure" in childbirth to pray about at a time, though, so take good care of yourself.
Post a Comment