Appointments Check-In Week Of May 4h
May 7, 2015 15:48:05 GMT -5
Post by teenybird on May 7, 2015 15:48:05 GMT -5
@littlechivette, I'm totally gonna Eeyore it up today, too. I am planning on ice cream for dinner and give zero fucks.
Had my weekly NST today and the consulting OB seemed a little concerned about some of the little heart rate dips bub had. She said it could be that he was sitting on/kicking/playing with his cord, or that his fluid was a little low. She wanted me to come in tomorrow for a U/S to check fluid levels and made it sound like there were early morning appointments open. I'm checking out and trying not to cry because I'm already a hormonal basket case today, and the clerk says the only available U/S slot is mid-morning. I've been registered for months already for a pretty costly continuing ed program that happens tomorrow. If I up and check out for a mid-morning appointment like that, I won't get my credit hours for my clinical license...which is the whole reason I'm going to the conference to begin with. Cue mini panic attack at the front desk.
I booked for Monday morning instead, but I am feeling so anxious and guilty that I actually stopped to barf in a parking garage trash can before I drove back to the office this afternoon. I feel like I'm being a bad mother already because I'm not putting baby first...but I'm really over a barrel here with this conference situation.
I'm trying to justify that Monday is okay, because if it were a real emergency, the OB would have insisted on a scan today. Also, I went to go talk to the midwife after, and she checked me and actually sat down to explain the NST report to me. She said she trusts her hands, and it feels like baby has enough fluid right now. She also mentioned that the heart rate dips were so small/short that it could have just meant the Doppler wasn't in the best place for the NST. Wtf didn't the OB mention that "nothing wrong" is totally a very plausible explanation here?!
I feel a touch better after talking to my midwife, but there is still that naggy bitch voice in the back of my head that's telling me I will never live it down if something were to happen over the weekend (heaven forbid). I agree with a PP - wasn't the third tri supposed to be the time for blissful nesting? I call BS .
Had my weekly NST today and the consulting OB seemed a little concerned about some of the little heart rate dips bub had. She said it could be that he was sitting on/kicking/playing with his cord, or that his fluid was a little low. She wanted me to come in tomorrow for a U/S to check fluid levels and made it sound like there were early morning appointments open. I'm checking out and trying not to cry because I'm already a hormonal basket case today, and the clerk says the only available U/S slot is mid-morning. I've been registered for months already for a pretty costly continuing ed program that happens tomorrow. If I up and check out for a mid-morning appointment like that, I won't get my credit hours for my clinical license...which is the whole reason I'm going to the conference to begin with. Cue mini panic attack at the front desk.
I booked for Monday morning instead, but I am feeling so anxious and guilty that I actually stopped to barf in a parking garage trash can before I drove back to the office this afternoon. I feel like I'm being a bad mother already because I'm not putting baby first...but I'm really over a barrel here with this conference situation.
I'm trying to justify that Monday is okay, because if it were a real emergency, the OB would have insisted on a scan today. Also, I went to go talk to the midwife after, and she checked me and actually sat down to explain the NST report to me. She said she trusts her hands, and it feels like baby has enough fluid right now. She also mentioned that the heart rate dips were so small/short that it could have just meant the Doppler wasn't in the best place for the NST. Wtf didn't the OB mention that "nothing wrong" is totally a very plausible explanation here?!
I feel a touch better after talking to my midwife, but there is still that naggy bitch voice in the back of my head that's telling me I will never live it down if something were to happen over the weekend (heaven forbid). I agree with a PP - wasn't the third tri supposed to be the time for blissful nesting? I call BS .