What’s Up Doc?
No seriously, what’s up? The last two weeks I’ve had three different experiences with three different doctors . . . my OB/GYN, a genetics specialist and a pediatrician. I have been very impressed with the genetics specialist and wish that she was the one to deliver my baby. I interviewed my pediatrician just this week and thought, wow, she really knows her stuff, and she’s personable and quite frankly doesn’t get bogged down with the theoretic. She wants to make sure that we are both comfortable with her. I can appreciate that, any first-time mother would. I just wish I had the same great things to share with you about my OB/GYN. I might be overreacting, but I’ll document this anyway to serve as a reminder of my irrationality.
Part 1: I won’t go into too much detail, but I will say that my last visit to the OB/GYN might have been my last had I not been 25 weeks along. It is imperative that we all understand that I’m a 30-year-old, college educated woman, who did quite well on the reading comprehension part of all standardized tests that I have completed. In so many words, I’m not illiterate. Thus, when giving me paperwork, you should never assume that I did not read it, especially if the document contains vital information about the health of me and my child. Therefore, at no time should the words “ma’am did you read your paperwork ever come out of your mouth,” because quite frankly . . . ma’am the information that you are so in-eloquently informing me on is no where to be found in the spotty paper work you have given me. After, calming down, it was concluded that I can not be fooled by the buffoonery of my selected provider’s staff and that I should be treated with tender loving care. The end. My reaction? I agreed.
Part 2: Dr. Adam . . . I just love Dr. Adam and even though she is located all the way in the Medical Center, the days that I have to visit here are definitely no inconvenience to me. She is quick, to the point and very kind. Today’s visit was no exception, even though we saw her 45-minutes late. However, we were also late, so I called it even. Who are we to judge, right? Traffic was a bear, let me tell you.
A few days earlier, I informed Miles about the appointment and asked him to perform for Dr. Adam and his daddy. After all, I know his every move. I mean he’s on me like white on rice, literally. Well, that boy is already a good little listener. The thing is, I wanted him to kick his leg or move his hands. Instead, he stuck his tongue out a few times, almost as if he was testing it out to see if it indeed worked. Only my son. One pound and 15 ounces with loads of personality . . . already. His position of choice? Head close to the pearly gates with his feet close to the warmest place, my breast. James says that I freeze him at night, so his feet are closest to the warmest part of my body. I don’t know if I agree with him on that one.
Little man has been quite active and now it seems as if I’ve conformed to his way of doing things. I don’t want to disturb him at all costs. For example, two nights ago I wanted to change positions in my sleep. I wanted to switch from my right side to my left. I thought I better do this slowly as not to wake Miles up . . . ya. So, I slowly rolled to the left and when I was in perfect position, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to doze. Not a few seconds later, I feel the nudges of a little being. I’d failed apparently, but he went back to sleep nonetheless. Of course this was before I found out that he’s lying backwards. His poor head was rattling. LOL.
House Update: Well, let’s just say the room is not finished. Well, we haven’t even started, but September is the magic month (sprinkles fairy dust). Lord, have mercy on my poor husband who has been such a blessing, despite my many tantrums. He’s gonna paint the room and construct the baby’s crib. I’ll come in and follow-up on everything else. Now, all the pieces of the puzzle will hopefully fall in place. To be continued . . .