My doctor has a bad poker face...

Another routine 4 week visit today. It's all becoming part of our new norm, which is still strange and unusual. The baby's heartbeat was easily found and strong and really there. The nurse made a comment about me being 14 weeks and 6 days and I said that my last sonogram showed I was "measuring a couple of days ahead" which lead me to believe it was safe to say I was easily at 15 weeks. The nurse smiled politely and said, "It might also mean you're gonna have a big baby."

Ouch. So much for getting ahead of myself.

I mentioned to my doctor the back pain I was having and my self-diagnosis of the problem and what I probably should be doing to help alleviate the pain. She agreed with all of the above and then said, "Are you still interested in meeting with an anesthesiologist at the hospital where you will deliver?" This (and the very concerned look on her face) alerted me to the topic that was coming that I've decided to ignore and pretend won't happen. The big L&D (labor and delivery, just in case you needed clarification).

I told her I needed help calming my fears of the blessed event and this would probably be a very, very good idea. I added that I really needed to find out what options were available for patients with scoliosis. To have the back pain I am having this early in the pregnancy and with my spine fused and pesky steel rods, well...looks like I am headed for a pretty interesting (read: natural - hey, doctor's words...not mine) delivery. Dr. King also agreed it would be best for me to discuss said "options."

Again, ouch. So much for being right.

The best news of the visit came with a date change afterall. Robbie and I will find out whether we are having a boy or girl on January 2nd...a few days earlier than previously planned. If only this revelation would come with news of a brand new miracle drug not inserted into the spine, eliminating pain from the delivery equation.

I suppose no one said this was going to be easy. Or even slightly difficult.
This most certainly is not French.

Comments

Laura said…
I'm glad Clementine is growing so well in your belly!

I'm sorry that the doctor wasn't able to tell you the answer you wanted to hear ie."of course you will be able to get an epidural".

But heck, you'll be one of those women who gets to smuggly say they had a natural birth:)
11:57 AM
Resa said…
Can't wait til Jan 2nd! What a great New Year's present!
7:13 PM
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