If I ever had any doubts about whether to birth at home or not, they are now completely & utterly banished.
Yesterday's hospital visit / check up was quite the disaster... Upon madly rushing to arrive only to "please be seated" for 40 minutes (why the F do these people make appointments honestly!!), and then to finally be called up by this;
It gets worse, he was in a Hawaiian shirt. I decided to squish my quick judgement, and held on to hope that he might be a really nice guy underneath the grotesque figure & unsightly shirt. Surely he must have a sense of humour if he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt?
He wasn't. And he didn't.
Infact, he had this really strong air of impatience & arrogance that was reeking off him like bad cologne. For the first of many times over the course of the next 30 minutes, my instincts were screaming at me to walk right out of his office & not look back.
"Jump on the scales for me please", said doctor dick.
"No thanks, I'm not weighing myself this pregnancy"
"Yes you are, now get on"
"No, I don't have too"
For the first of many times over the next 30 minutes, dr. dick rolled his eyes dramatically at me, as if to say "you silly little girl". My fists clenched tight and I really & truly wanted to punch him right in the snarled mouth.
Following this there was a long course of silence as he trawled through my notes without so much as acknowledging my presence.
Finally, he said, "I take it you didn't do the gestational diabetes test"
"Nope"
**eyes roll, count two**
"And why not?"
In my head my voice is shouting at him that, quite frankly, it's none of his business & every (informed) choice I made is my own, quite rightly too.
"I didn't want too" is what I calmly said instead.
**third eye roll, and second instance in which I seriously consider walking right out & pulling the finger for good measure too**
I also felt like saying, take a look at both of us doc, if anyone's likely to have diabetes out of you or me who is it?
"Ok well have you had any haemoglobin or iron tests done then"
"Yes I have in fact, just last week"
I think I heard a muttered hallelujah from Dr. D but I couldn't be sure. I handed over the results.
"So where are you planning on having this baby then"
"At home"
**biggest eye roll of them all. I'm certain there was steam coming from my ears at this point**
Another long period of silence as he tapped away on the keyboard painfully slowly with his sausage fingers...
"Ok well do you have any concerns about your pregnancy at all"
"No it's all been fine, only that the baby has been in breech position for the last few weeks , but I've been seeing a chiropractor & crawling a lot"
He looked at me and let out a "ha!"
"And what do you think a chiropractor is going to do?" said in the most patronising tone I think I've ever heard.
It took all of my strength just to sit there & take this bullshit from the arrogant prick. But I knew I had to pass this ridiculous 'test' to get our homebirth ok'd.
"They have certain methods for turning breech babies" I said.
"You cannot use a chiropractor to manipulate the uterus, you need a professional for that" **eyes roll**
"Well, that's your opinion doctor (DIIICCCCKKKKKKK!!!)"
***yup he rolled them again, that's twice in under sixty seconds, record***
"I do think my opinion is probably of higher value than yours in this instance"
My inner voice was screaming- grab your bag & Blake and go Gemma!!
Another long period of silence as he tapped away, letting out the occasional grunt as if to say "yes incase you didn't notice, I am a disgusting pig".
He then asked me to get up on the table to have a feel of the baby & determine his position. The thought of this mans hands on me made me physically ill.
I thought he was gelling up a Doppler to find the heartbeat but turns out he was performing an impromptu ultrasound.. Nice to be asked huh? But... Yes there was a light at the end of this horribly dark tunnel. Baby had turned!!! Even Dr. D couldn't wipe the smile of my face at this point!
I'm not sure when it happened but I'm so grateful it did!! Now it's all smooth sailing from here on out & even Dr. D had nothing on me to stop the homebirth from getting the go ahead.
He rounded it up with a, "well we are done here, and we'll see how you go"
It felt like this was where he should have said good luck & hope it all goes well but that would be wishful thinking. I was just grateful to be getting the hell out of there.
I've never felt so belittled in my life, and I never intend on going back to that hospital again.
If this isn't a prime example of doctors being incredibly medically inclined & completely arrogant in their routines and opinions- then I don't know what is. All I know is I feel truly sorry for any pregnant woman who has to deal with a man like that antenatally or in labour.
Never trust a fat doctor either- they clearly don't practise what they preach.
All in all it was a positive outcome for us and the baby though, all is shaping up nicely & we are getting more and more excited about meeting him everyday!
I will post up my 32 week update sometime soon too-
Thought of the day "can I start reclining again now?"
Gemma