An argument with an Ob/Gyn...

O...M...G..

So now my IM totally understands what I am talking about when Ive been saying I was worried about seeing a pushy Ob...

After eventually finding a carpark two blocks from the hospital where his office is, we slowly made our way there.  Slowly as most of the time I have this shuffle, keeping the top of my thighs together as I walk to minimise pelvis movement and pain.

We had our appointment and went in as the Dr called us.  First half of the meeting was pleasant.  We even checked baby on his mini ultrasound, all going well.  He referred me to an Asthma specialist (got in on Monday due to a cancellation :) ) and rewrote me another blood test up to check what my thyroid is doing.

Then came the questions about having him for delivery...

Me: So I have delivered 3 babies by myself, naturally.  How do you feel about this?

Dr:  Oh I will deliver baby

Me: (with hand motions) so..I can just reach down and gently pull baby up to my tummy like this...(show him)

Dr:  Mmm, do I can do that.

Me: But so can I, Ive proved it....

Dr: How about we BOTH do it?  Smiling like it was a wonderful suggestion.

WTF??  Um, no.  He said I could hire a birth pool..but my bet is if the above is the case, in the throws of transition I would be hauled out and placed either on the floor or bed so he could 'deliver baby 'safely'

Did I mention W..T...F???!!!

I shut up and got ready to leave and as we left my IM whispering to me said the same, WTF, LOL!!  I see what you mean now..no no no no...definitely not coming here!

So, I am very relieved.  I know P knows how I feel now and I also know she trusts me to be able to deliver her precious bundle safely.

I mean, where to Obs get off implying you cannot do what you have done before...no wonder there are so many interventions!  Sure if I had never delivered before myself etc, sure go for it.  

IM also rang Mitcham Private and out of 9 Ob/gyns there was only 1 (yes 1!) they could trust not to interfere and then kick up a stink if you told them back off!!  Crazy.  They also said I could labour in the bath but they would pull the plug when in transition...sigh.  Uh, people, that is my pain relief, why would you take it away now??  Oh yeah, 'hospital policy' 

So...we are still up in the air with no where to go..I'm guessing Mitcham will be it...

Le Sigh.

But really, don't piss me off when I'm in Labour...no really, just don't.

Making a baby

Thought I should break it up a bit.

So we have a lovely breakfast at a gorgeous cafe and wait for our appointment time...taxi was so stinky!!  I had to keep my window open...pooooo cigarette...stale cigarette....mmm everyone wants to smell that on the ride from the airport.

We went up to the level where transfers were done.  I was still wondering if we would get the to tell us so thing that would devastate us both...guess I was cautiously optimistic :)

Name was called, paperwork refilled in and we were shown to a room where we both gowned up...oh and put wee paper booties over our shoes.

I think the hardest part is all the waiting!  Finally we were shown into another room with a recliner,chair  and a hospitals table with a box of tissues on it....so here's me joking that they just flip back the chair, insert and wipe...at least it distracted dear IM as she is a worry wart/stress head (said in the most affectionate way!!). Waiting, waiting...I pulled out the recliner and dozed until the embryologist came in to chat about the embryo.  Grade 2!  Looks great :)

Finally dear Devora (Dr Liberman) came to collect us and we all strolled down to the theatre thingy.  Up I hope on the "very comfy" table with stirrups and while Dr is fiddling with her tools and getting my bottom half ready, IM and I are oohing and ahhhing over the LCD screen with the embryo floating around in space on it...I instructed IM to get out my phone and take pics as I know she will treasure them later and also I was so fascinated!

Small pinch, and the feeling all woman just adore, cold steel sliding into your nether regions!  I watched the ultrasound screen to my left while trying to ignore the want being pressed upon my overfill and bursting bladder...

Amazing stuff watching g that little embryo shoot up into its wee resting place, so so amazing!

So here we are at the 2WW!