Hospital
Today was my first appointment with the a hospital obstetrician. I had arranged for Isabelle to play with a friend - Aidan came with me on the bus.
The wait at the hospital wasn't too bad - maybe 50 minutes, with Aidan being duly occupied by the generously packed lunch box I had prepared earlier that morning. All the other women waiting seemed to have massive bellies - I don't think anyone else was anywhere near their second trimester any more!
The doctor surprised me initially by asking whether or not I wanted a caesarean. I told him that of course I didn't want a caesarean, but that I assumed that I didn't really have any other option given my obstetric history. After reviewing my history, he said he would discuss it with his senior colleague and come back to me. He did the usual examinations and all appeared well. It's funny though, you can always tell the more junior doctors when you compare their examination techniques with more experienced midwives and obstetricians. For example, he seemed to take ages to find my fundal height!
More waiting, and back he came with the inevitable news that his senior colleague recommended an elective caesarean. Next they decided that the couldn't take my word or my midwife's word for my due date and needed the scan results from the other hospital. More waiting while they faxed the other hospital. Aidan was very well behaved, lying on the floor eating a biscuit.
Eventually a nurse came and said I could go. I would hear back in due course about a second appointment, at which I would be booked in for the birth day. Back we went on the bus. On alighting, I discovered that Aidan's hat was still on the bus...
When we went to pick up Isabelle, I found her resplendent in a pink, white and gold sari (with fairy wings), most annoyed that I had come back so soon. We bundled her out the door in time to meet the bus on its return journey back into town. Luckily the bus driver had found the hat and handed it to me as soon as he opened the door. Yay for nice bus drivers!
I am looking forward to the weekend and my bed tonight. I am still not fully recovered from the lurgy from weeks ago - or maybe this is a different bug...
The wait at the hospital wasn't too bad - maybe 50 minutes, with Aidan being duly occupied by the generously packed lunch box I had prepared earlier that morning. All the other women waiting seemed to have massive bellies - I don't think anyone else was anywhere near their second trimester any more!
The doctor surprised me initially by asking whether or not I wanted a caesarean. I told him that of course I didn't want a caesarean, but that I assumed that I didn't really have any other option given my obstetric history. After reviewing my history, he said he would discuss it with his senior colleague and come back to me. He did the usual examinations and all appeared well. It's funny though, you can always tell the more junior doctors when you compare their examination techniques with more experienced midwives and obstetricians. For example, he seemed to take ages to find my fundal height!
More waiting, and back he came with the inevitable news that his senior colleague recommended an elective caesarean. Next they decided that the couldn't take my word or my midwife's word for my due date and needed the scan results from the other hospital. More waiting while they faxed the other hospital. Aidan was very well behaved, lying on the floor eating a biscuit.
Eventually a nurse came and said I could go. I would hear back in due course about a second appointment, at which I would be booked in for the birth day. Back we went on the bus. On alighting, I discovered that Aidan's hat was still on the bus...
When we went to pick up Isabelle, I found her resplendent in a pink, white and gold sari (with fairy wings), most annoyed that I had come back so soon. We bundled her out the door in time to meet the bus on its return journey back into town. Luckily the bus driver had found the hat and handed it to me as soon as he opened the door. Yay for nice bus drivers!
I am looking forward to the weekend and my bed tonight. I am still not fully recovered from the lurgy from weeks ago - or maybe this is a different bug...
posted by Mary at 5:12 pm
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