Doctors, Doctors, and Doctors

I realized last night that from the time I started my last period to today, I have visited 4 different doctors and have been to the doctor at least once a week for the past 12 weeks! I know my insurance company must really love me!

I graduated from our fertility specialist on January 27th, which was just days after my 1 year anniversary with them. It was such a fulfilling, wonderful feeling to walk out those doors knowing I had gotten what I had originally walked in for. However, I didn't leave without first shedding a few tears. I had been in that office almost once a week for a year, and naturally I had formed a bond with many of the nurses and staff there. They had helped me through a time of great sadness and uncertainty. As I crossed the waiting room that last time to exit the office, I saw several other women sitting in there... waiting for an appointment, waiting for blood work, waiting for an ultrasound... waiting for a baby. So many times when I walked into that office, I felt relief upon entering. It was the one place I could go where every other person in the room knew exactly how I felt. But now I carried in me more than just the dream we all shared, and it was time for me to move on.

The next week I met our high risk specialist, who scared me to death. Obviously being with a high risk doctor means there are things about you or your pregnancy that are not normal and need to be more closely monitored. I am a high risk patient because my uterus is T-shaped, which means it is very possible I could have this baby early. Dr. G. was very blunt with us and had me in tears within a few minutes of meeting him. Apparently being very forward is his style, which is fine, but I would have loved a little sugar-coating or kindness. Supposedly he is very good at what he does, and Southern charm just isn't his thing.

The following week we meet with my OB. I had not wanted to change back to him, but because we graduated from the fertility specialist sooner than expected, I didn't know where else to go. This doc was the opposite of Dr. G. He is very positive, easy going, and hopeful for the best case scenario. You see, I'm not only a high risk patient, I am a high maintenance patient, and I need someone who will work to ensure the best case scenario, not just hope for it. I left the appointment very unsatisfied and uneasy. Staying with him did not feel right. A couple days later, I started asking around about who friends went to. One doctor's name kept popping up: Dr. K. I called yesterday, and somehow (I definitely feel like God was involved) got an appointment with this ever-so-popular doctor for this morning.

Today Karl and I met Dr. K., and we both loved her! I mean loved her!!! She's knowledgeable, thorough, straight forward, and on the same page as us. Our ultrasound lasted a very long time, and we were able to just watch Baby bounce around and put on a show for us. By the way, Baby was in the mood to impress today. It jumped around like it was on a trampoline. It tried to grab its toes. It turned around so we could see its spine. Whatever it could do to make our hearts feel like they could burst with pride, it did. The heart rate was great, and the sound of the heart beating was literally music to my ears. When Dr. K. was done talking to us, she asked what questions I had for her. As I looked at the FULL page of questions I had going in to the meeting, I couldn't find one that she had not already answered. That's incredible!

Also, if you've ever wondered if doctors/nurses label your file (I have wondered this very often because I feel like if they didn't label it before, they do after having me as a patient), then I think the answer is yes. Dr. K.'s first words after the introductions were over were, "So, you're my new drama queen." I wanted to reply, "Yes, you might want to draw a big crown on my file and write 'High Maintenance' around it!