Part of switching from a traditional OB practice to the midwifery practice involves meeting with their back-up OB. This is to ensure that should hospital transfer become necessary, I am familiar with him. It also gives him a chance to review my medical records to ensure there aren’t any red flags that the midwives might have overlooked. He also told me he wants to make sure I’m not a “lunatic.”
The man has a sense of humor! Seriously, he does. He has pictures tacked to the ceiling over his exam table of very, very handsome male models saying things like, “Oh, Honey. I just finished the laundry. Tell me all about the baby’s day!” And, “You look tired. Let me give you a back rub.”
I like this fellow. He doesn’t seem to take himself too seriously, which I appreciate.
The appointment was pretty straightforward: pee in a cup, weigh, blood-pressure, and meet with the doctor to discuss any concerns. When I mentioned that I was concerned about the HG resurfacing in the 3rd trimester, he said that it certainly does happen, and he’s perfectly happy to prescribe me the meds I might need. He prefers to start with the Unisom/B6 combo and then move on to Zofran, Reglan, and Phenargan. He made big notes that the Reglan and the Phenargan were not options for me and asked me what meds I took when I was HGing. Then he shook my hand and said he’d see me back next time I decide to have a baby. Very straightforward and simple.
What I did not expect, though, was the panic that followed on the drive home. As I was driving, I found myself thinking of the things I had gone through with the hyperemesis gravidarum. Maybe it was because he was still wearing his green hospital scrubs. I don’t know. Something about the visit, though, dredged up some pretty awful emotions. I didn’t expect to be fighting off the horror of the HG while driving up the 101. Through a construction zone. Wiping away tears so I could see to drive. Yeah. Not fun.
I just kept thinking, “I told him about the med list, but I forgot to tell him about the IVs and the PICC. Why didn’t I tell him about that?” And then, of course, I got to thinking about the IVs. And the PICC. And remembering lying there in the bed while the were trying to get the second PICC in and shaking and trying to keep it together so they could get the damn line in and hearing the charge nurse tell the PICC nurse quietly, “Stop a minute and look at this patient. She’s shaking. She’s crying. It’s time to stop. She’s been through enough.” And well, things just went downhill from there.
I talked to my doctor about this previously. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to swallow back a panic attack, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. She thinks that the Hynobabies will really help in dealing with the trauma of what I went through. I sure hope so. It’s not very much fun.
It’s just another part of the joy that is hyperemesis gravidarum.
At this point, though, meeting with the backup OB was the final step in transitioning over to the midwifery practice. It’s official! I’m part of their practice! Very, very positive. Now that we’re past the hyperemesis gravidarum, we get to do the fun part!