Is it only Thursday? At least tomorrow, I can say “Thank God it’s Friday!”
Yesterday was an interesting day – full of adventure and drama. (Ok, so probably not so adventurous and dramatic to most of you, but to this lonely, bored-out-of-her-mind-yet-too-tired-to-do-much-of-anything, stay at home mom it was!) We woke up to snow yesterday – at least a couple of inches and still coming down. Nathan was thrilled. The poor boy was so disappointed when it warmed up earlier this week and melted the tiny dusting of snow and couple inches of ice on the ground. I had a doctor appointment at 11:30, so Nate planned to work from home in the morning. (One car = lots of fun arrangements like that.) I had planned on running to the grocery store for a couple of quick things. I took Emily & we headed out. The roads weren’t terrible, but they weren’t plowed – at all – so I just went slow and all was fine. I’ve lived in New England for most of my life – I think it’s safe to say I know how to drive in the snow (for the most part.) We did our shopping – Emily loves to help me put things into the back of the cart – and headed home. Again – a little slow going, but nothing to worry about.
To make a long story short, we (I) got stuck on the completely unplowed, unsanded/unsalted steep hill (probably 10% grade) when we were almost home. I did my best, but nothing was working, so I called Nate. He came running down (thankfully we live right around the corner) and he managed to get the van “un-stuck” and us safely home. I felt a little foolish after that, but Nate did say the road was pretty bad. They hadn’t plowed or put ANY sand on at all. And Emily & I were fine so that’s the important part. (Hey I did say I know how to drive in the snow for the most part!)
My dr appointment went well. It was actually with the nurse practitioner (my doctor had been too busy so needed to reschedule) and I really liked her. I’ve found that NP’s will sit down and listen and be much more attentive than doctors. I’ve only met 2 doctors in my entire life that are actually attentive – my current PC doctor and my OBGYN – Dr Barber – who is busy, but she does listen to me and my individual needs, which is very important to me.
Anyways, I’m healthy, everything’s looking good. Baby is doing great. The NP found the baby’s heartbeat with her doppler right away. Right smack in the middle, in the 150’s bpm. She said she was amazed at how quickly she found it and how loud it was for 13 weeks. That’s good – that means baby is healthy & growing strong!
Oh remember the whole Rhogam / Rh negative / sensitization “fiasco” I was frustrated with a couple weeks ago? One of the first things the NP says to me “Oh I see they called you about the slight Rh sensitization detected in your bloodwork. Yes, that’s almost certainly just from your Rhogam shot you received back in September.”
I almost had to ask her to repeat that. That was EXACTLY what I’ve been saying all along. It was SO nice to have a medical professional affirm what I knew to be true and to actually read my file and put all the information together.
I told the NP “Thank you! That’s what I was saying!” And then I told her how the nurse had called me up very concerned. The NP was surprised and said she thought the nurse must have misunderstood – Dr Barber was never that concerned about it. At least not to the extent the original nurse was making it out to be. So anyways, all should be fine. I did have blood draw yesterday just to repeat the labs to make sure the sensitization is gone, which it should be by now. Thank you, Jesus, for another answer to prayer.
The NP wanted me to schedule my “big” ultrasound for in a month with the perinataologist (high-risk specialist) because of my “high risk” status (based on the bleeding disorder I have – von Willebrands.) The peri was new to the practice and the NP thought it would be a good idea that I saw him because Dr Barber would probably be consulting with him throughout my pregnancy. Ok.
Turns out the front desk can’t schedule the u/s, it has to be done with the peri’s receptionist, Debbie. Debbie turned out to be quite a pleasnant person to deal with (I say that quite sarcastically.) She began by grilling me because I couldn’t remember the exact date of when my next dr appointment was in a month. She kept saying “When is it? Why don’t you remember?” and then looking at me like I was a very small stupid person because I couldn’t remember. How nice. Who actually does remember the exact date and time of an appointment for something A MONTH AWAY?! Not me anyways – certainly not when I’ve got major “preggo brain” and I have 2 little kids and already a lot of other stuff on my mind! Furthermore, all this lovely receptionist had to do was turn around and ask the other receptionist to check in the computer. But anyways…
After that, Debbie informed me that she was not going to schedule my u/s appointment right then as I had previously been told. She had to “pull my chart and review it” before she was going to do so.
(Um, ok. You know lady, it’s not like going to see the peri is an exclusive club that you personally get to allow/deny access. I never even requested it – my NP/dr said did. But whatever. Not a big deal to me.) Of course I didn’t say that to her, I just nodded and said ok.
I had to go downstairs for labwork at that point, so we parted ways – her telling me that she would call me later after she “reviewed things.” When I came back upstairs (Nate stayed upstairs with Nathan because the OB waiting area is much nicer (and less germy) than the tiny lab office. I personally think the real reason is that Nate wanted to be as far away as possible from the needles of the lab – he has a huge needle phobia. Of course he denied that, but I know better. I don’t blame him for feeling that way. Emily – of course – came with me. And we once again had to take the stairs all the way down (and back up again) because she is petrified of the elevator. (Mind you – an ELEVATOR – not an escalator, which even I get nervous about (there’s a small town country girl for you!)
On the way back, I stopped in the bathroom because – being pregnant – I have to pee quite frequently. As I’ve written before, both of my kids – especially Emily – are afraid of the loud toilets of public bathrooms. She immediately starts whining. Lately whenever I do something she doesn’t like, she says “Ow, ow, ow, OW, OW!” when I’m usually not even touching her, much less doing something to hurt her. This could be changing her diaper or telling her not to open the stall door while I’m trying to pee in a public restroom. (That was fun!) I realized after the fact that the lady in the stall a couple doors down from me probably thought I was pinching Emily or something with all the “ow-ing” she was doing. But at this point, I’m past worrying what people think for the most part. How can you when you have kids?!
We get back to Daddy and Nathan very excitedly runs up to the OB receptionist and informs her that “My mommy is back!”
Nate then hands me a card from the wonderful Debbie person that has her number on it and OH, the day/time of my next OB appointment. Ok, thank you for that! He says Debbie said something about calling her. Ok.
At home later, I obediently called her. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: “Hi, my husband said you wanted me to call you this afternoon.”
Debbie “No, I was going to call you. I still haven’t pulled your chart and reviewed your information yet. I haven’t set up a date yet.”
Me: “Ok, that’s fine then, I’ll let you call me when you get that done.”
Debbie: “Oh by the way, you can’t have children in with you when you get your ultrasound done.”
Me: “What? I don’t have any babysitters right now and my husband needs to be there for the ultrasound. I’m not trying to be difficult here, I just don’t have any options here. ”
Debbie: “Well that’s the policy and I will NOT make an exception to it.”
Me: “Ok, well I’ve had ultrasounds downstairs in (regular) radiology and they’ve never had any problems with my children being there-“
Debbie – interrupting me – “That’s the policy.”
Me: “I was going to say that I’m not going to ask you to change it, but I think I will see about getting an ultrasound downstairs then instead of with Dr Johnson (the peri.)”
Debbie: “I will be getting back to you by tomorrow with your ultrasound date/time with Dr Johnson.”
(Did she hear anything I just said?!)
Me: “Um, I just said I’m going to look at going downstairs. I probably will NOT see Dr. Johnson, so please don’t waste your time and schedule the u/s as I probably won’t take it. Again, I just don’t have any other options right now.”
Debbie: “I will be getting back to you tomorrow with your scheduled ultrasound time.”
At that point, I realized the woman clearly wasn’t listening to anything I was saying, so I said good-bye and hung up. I was mad. Don’t mess with me and my children. And do NOT be rude to me about it. I was very polite to her though, I was just fuming afterwards. (That’s me. 😉 )
I called the office back up and left a message for the NP to call me. I figured she could help me schedule an u/s with downstairs radiology at least.
The NP called me back today (after I ranted and raved and fumed all yesterday evening – yes that’s me – I wish I wasn’t like that, but I do tend to dwell on things.)
I explained to her what had happened and also said that I wasn’t trying to get Debbie in trouble, I was just genuinely frustrated and trying to figure out something that would work for my family. The NP was wonderful. She apologized profusely for how I had been treated and said it was completely uncalled for. She said there was no reason my children could not be there for the u/s – my husband was going to be there after all – and my children were well-behaved (how nice to hear that!) She told me to just go ahead and bring them (she advised me not to say anything to Debbie about it when I spoke to her again.) I asked what I should do if the doctor himself did not want them in there. NP said “Well we’ll just get a nurse to watch them for a little while then! Don’t you worry about it! We’ll figure it out! It will be just fine!” (Talk about night and day difference between her and Debbie, huh?!) I was very happy to hear that. The NP said she was going to send a note to Debbie telling her that she – Debbie – DID need to schedule the u/s and to get back to me ASAP about that. Hopefully that will motivate Miss Debbie a bit. (Because I still haven’t received a call from Debbie, so obviously she doesn’t think I’m a high priority to see the esteemed Dr Johnson.)
Anyways, sorry, that’s not very godly-sounding. That woman just really peeved me! But I’m feeling much better about it now and I know it’ll be taken care of.
Of course now, Nate has informed me that there’s a good chance he will be traveling some or all of the last 3 weeks of January (exact time frame I need to have the ultrasound) so that will make it even more fun trying to schedule with Debbie. Wish me luck there! But I’m not stressing about it – we’ll get it figured out.
So that was my fun day yesterday. Today has been pretty laid back. I did school with Nathan, basic chores, I vaccuumed, and then I finished getting the rest of the presents put together, wrapped, packaged, and labeled for out of town family so I can get them mailed tomorrow! (I had planned on doing this last week, but thanks to some mix-ups with Walmart photos, it took longer. )
I just had to interrupt myself from writing for a minute – I heard the sound of silverware clinking against a plate in the kitchen. I knew none of the kids were in there, so that left Abby, our pug. I went in and found her ON the kitchen table, licking the plates (which Nathan once again forgot to clear off -and I forgot to remind him.) Bad dog! She’s in her crate right now… Anyways…