I had to go to the hospital on Wednesday.
I hadn’t felt much movement from the baby for several days, and what I did feel was weak and rare, sometimes 16 hours between movements. Cord compression is a very real fear for me since it’s very common when there is no amniotic fluid. On top of that, I’ve had severe pain in my back, abdomen, and inner thighs (which are on the list of “signs of preterm labour”), and when I told my mum what I was feeling, she told me to call the hospital. (I was complaining to her that I’d tried to call my specialists’ emergency number only to find out it was only for doctors, then tried calling my regular OB’s office and could never get through.) The nurse at the hospital who answered cut me off before I was done telling her my symptoms and told me to come in immediately. So I did.
Surprisingly, they didn’t even inspect me. They hooked up a doppler to listen to the baby’s heartbeat for 10 minutes (it was between 120 and 160 the whole time, which they said was good), and of course that’s when baby decided it would be a good time to start kicking like crazy. It kicked the device at least five times like it was a game. The doctor came in eventually and said the baby looked fine and I needed to go home since it was silly to think I was in labour already at 30 weeks. I didn’t think I was in labour; my symptoms are just on the hospital’s “come to the hospital if…” list and the nurse told me to come. So I left.
The whole visit was another reminder of how much I hate medical personnel. When I called in the first place, I told the nurse I was 30 weeks pregnant, and she argued with me that I was further along than that. Incredulous, I said, “Really?” and she replied, “Yes, you are 30 weeks and 3 days.” I could have told her that, I just didn’t know she needed me to be THAT specific. When I got to the hospital, the registration insisted on calling me a man’s name (I reminded her twice that I am a female, believe it or not) and I learned that my paperwork has me listed as an Orthodox Jew with the indication that there are no clergy in the area to call should I have an emergency. I tried to get them to change it to Orthodox Christian (I gave them lots of options: Eastern Orthodox, Greek Orthodox, Russian Orthodox), but they wouldn’t do it, and eventually changed my religion to “other.” I don’t know who they intend on calling should I have an emergency (typically I would hope someone would be in the room with me to call themselves, but in light of the fact that the doctors want to separate me from my husband and baby immediately after birth, I’m not sure I will have anyone with me at all).
Just another bad medical experience to add to the list. I’m not looking forward to the weeks to come any more at this point–not with a pushy, controlling doctor who won’t even discuss other options than what would be best for her and her research and all that would mean for us as a family.