Today I met my OB, as recommended by Dr Candour. He was just what I needed. Utterly sympathetic to my neuroses, and told me I could come in and see him every week if I wanted to. He gave me a lot of insight into the drugs I’m taking, why I’m taking them and whether I should continue to take them. I will write more of the knowledgey goodness in another post, because I am dog tired and also I am currently on a conference call and should be paying attention.
But the goodness of him came through in that he got the early pregnancy unit to stay late and give me a scan after my appointment with him. He walked me over to the centre, and went to see the doctor there. The doctor was on the phone so my new doc just left my file with him and told me all would be ok. I waited about 10 minutes for the scan doctor to show up. When he did he asked me what my new doc wanted him to do, how pregnant was I, did I need a nuchal scan? I nearly said yes but then remembered that one of you, I think Betty(?), had had a nuchal too early and it had caused endless worry, so I fessed up that I was 11 weeks and very neurotic and just wanted to know the baby was alive. He said no problem, went to find his keys so he could unlock the scan room, turned on the machine to warm up and left me to lie down. Luckily I remembered that he probably wasn’t going to wand me, so I just undid my trousers and lay down. When he came back he went through the whole gel smearing experience, then started to probe and press buttons. Of course I couldn’t see the damn screen so I was swearing and freaking out, albeit inwardly. Then he pressed one more button and the sound of the heartbeat filled the room.
It was like magic.
Then he showed me the screen. There was something which looked like a baby. It had a head and arms and legs, and when he pushed down a bit it wriggled like a mad thing. “Everything looks great,” he said, softly. We both looked a bit more and he turned the sound of the heartbeat on and off, showed me where the heart was beating in the fetus’s chest (it has a chest!). He showed me the developing placenta (couldn’t really see it), and asked me about my fibroids. These are quite big but are outside the uterus and therefore apparently will not affect the fetus’s development, although they may affect delivery (let’s cross that bridge when we come to it).
He wiped off the gel for me and I thanked him profusely. “That’s fine,” he said. “I specialise in difficult pregnancies, trisomies and such, so it’s great to see everything looking so good.” I’m of course not reading too much into this, but it was a nice thing for him to say, nonetheless. The fetus now measures a few days ahead.
I got seven pictures as a going home present, including a picture of the heartbeat. I think scan doctor really understood what I needed. I’m very grateful there are people like him and my new doctor in the world. And I’m unbelievably, inexpressibly grateful that I have a fetus that is currently thriving in my uterus. It’s just like magic.
Next scan in 10 days - the nuchal.