I Love My Doctor

Yesterday was my 28 week appointment.  I love that the people there know me, even though I'm not there much other than for my prenatal checkups and Ellie's well-baby appointments.  They didn't even ask my name, they just pulled my chart for me to sign and asked where my daughter was.

My weight, blood pressure and urine sample looked good and both the nurse and the doctor seemed particularly pleased about that.  My belly measured perfectly and it looks like Maya has moved to a head down position.  She was still head up last time, but I wasn't worried.  There was still plenty of time for her to turn.  She still up high, but that hasn't bothered me.  The doctor asked me if I had any other concerns or questions, so I asked him if he'd had any patients that had done hypnobirthing.  I didn't give him much of a chance to answer, as I kind of steam rolled him with comments that I'm certainly not against and epidural, I just want to keep my options open.  He seemed to have no problem working with whatever I choose to do.  He's awesome that way.  What he said to me is, "We men really have no idea exactly what it is you go through in birth, so the choice is up to you."  I also talked to him about the blacking out and the claw hand that I'd had with my other deliveries.  He pulled my chart out and asked me some basic questions while scribbling a few notes.  When I asked about the claw hand he told me what he thought it was and gave me the medical term, which I can't remember.  He said it can be caused by hyperventilation.  It's highly likely that I hyperventilated with everything going on that night.

After the appointment I needed to wait another 15-20 minutes before getting my blood drawn so I could do the glucose screening.  I love the phloebotomist at the office, too.  I really didn't feel anything other than a tap against the inside of my elbow before the blood was drawn.  I get pin pricks worse than that when I sew.  They didn't call me back for a follow-up blood draw, so I guess everything is great.  I just love knowing that my doctor and his staff are there for me.  They always give me all the options, the pros and cons of each, and give their suggestion for my situation.  Then they let me make the decision.  Some people worry that a doctor will make all their decisions for them and take choice out of the equation.  That's not true of my doctor.  The only time he has ever come close to telling me one of the choices was not an option was when he told me there was a procedure he wouldn't perform.  His reason for that was because he didn't think it was safe in my situation, so I would need another doctor to do it if that was what I wanted.  I didn't, but it was nice to know he really did have my best interest at heart.  I feel confident with him as my doctor.