I had a really long day yesterday, but it did make me remember why I am driving 45 mins each way to see my OB and giving birth in another city.
I realized about 9pm last night that I had only felt the baby move once in the last 12 hours. This is REALLY unusual, I can normally feel him at
least once per hour. So, I drank a sugary drink and waited about 30 minutes... nothing. When I've done that in the past I can normally time fetal movements at about 20 in 30 minutes. By now I'm a little freaked out, so I called my OB. She said that if I'd had something sugary to drink and still didn't feel anything it was probably a good idea to head into the ER to get checked. She said "Everything is probably fine, but go in just to be safe."
So, I call DH at work and let him know what's going on and head to the ER (he met me there). They send us up to maternity and I tell them what's going on and their first response is "This is your first baby, isn't it?" Uh, yeah. So the OB on staff (the only one we have here) gives a big, dramatic sigh and says that everything is fine. I told her that I want to make sure, and that my OB told me to come in and get things checked. She heaves another sigh and says "Fine, we'll do a NST (non-stress test)." So, they hook me up to the fetal monitor, find his heartbeat, etc. And, as it turns out, everything was just fine. I am dehydrated so I had some unusual uterine activity and she ordered me to drink 150oz of water per day (holy cow!)
Over the hour and a half I was there I was told over and over again "You're just paranoid, this is clearly your first baby, etc." I went in there with the full knowledge that I was probably just paranoid and I was completely ok with being thought a fool. I would rather go in and have everything be fine then NOT go in and NOT have everything be fine. The nurse was also sweet enough to tell me that this wasn't a true emergency, that "if the pregnancy had terminated it was already too late." Gee, thanks lady. I didn't think the baby was gone, but I wanted to make sure he wasn't in distress. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I didn't go in for fear of being thought paranoid or foolish. And, I called my OB first, I didn't just head in there on a panic high.
I guess, to be fair, there's some bad blood between the OB here and the one I go to... mostly because the one I go to takes a HUGE number of patients from the one here. Hmmm, I wonder why? BUT, even if there is bad blood it is absolutely no reason to be so unprofessional toward people that come into the maternity ward. Rational or not, paranoid or not, loony-bin crazy or not, I was scared... and it's their job to make sure everything is ok. What's so hard about being professional and kind? Instead, I just got treated like some big pain in their a**. But, everything is ok... the baby is fine, I'm fine and I'm so, so grateful that I'm not giving birth with this Dr in this hospital.
Rant over.
