My last prenatal checkup was pretty standard. Weight and blood pressure were taken.
My doc took some samples for GBS and through external palpitations got an idea about how the baby is positioned in my uterus. Doc's pretty sure baby's head down, I'd have to agree based on the sensations I feel. Now, doc's telling me an ultrasound should be performed just to make sure.
Why?
I get a Doppler used on me, every appointment. The research I've been doing reveals that a Doppler uses the same principles as an image ultrasound. Damn, well, no more of that. But I'm wired, I can't go back to sleep until I can get down all of what I've been feeling related to the care I'm receiving and the impending labor.
Doc also tells me that in the event of a breech delivery, a Cesarean is the safest option. I smell bull, at the appointment, I'm thinking this. I get home, go to my favorite site, Peaceful Parenting, and find that no, a c-section is not the safest way to deliver a breech presentation. It's still a vaginal delivery.
I believe, a next time around, I shall be inquiring about a mid-wife. Pregnancy is not a disease to overcome, so why is a doctor required and a trained surgeon at that?
The doc I've been seeing for the last few appointments is lovely, I'm fond of this person. But the more I see this doc the more I feel that although a deeper relationship is desired, doc just has too many responsibilities already. Doc's attention is already stretched and spread thin.
No hard feelings on my part, I'm so confident in my body's and my baby's body, to do this that I don't (can't) feel neglected. And perhaps it's just not as good a match, my Doc and I, as I had thought.
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