Today was scheduled to be just a routine OB visit, except it took place at the doc's new digs in London's fancy medical district. He's doing one clinic a week there, and it was convenient given where I'm working today. The only unpleasantness in advance was needing to drink a can of lucozade in preparation for the gestational diabetes test.
My amusement level was raised by seeing the names on the door, which included Dr Candour. I mentioned this to Dr OB, who said that this was a new venture by Dr Candour and one of his colleagues. Dr OB has been given space one day a week for his clinics. The clinic isn't really open yet, so all the equpment is shiny and new, and everything is very, well, polished. It's all very designer - one of those places where the chic upholstery fabric matches the artwork, if you know the kind of place.
The real fun and games started when the doc asked me to lie down on the (leather although covered with paper, and behind a leather screen) consulting-room bed, so he could listen to the heartbeat. He moved the probe gently around, and found my heartbeat several times, but couldn't, even after 7 minutes (I was counting to save my sanity) find the passenger's heartbeat. And although I'd felt her move not more than an hour before, I of course started to panic. The situation felt particularly ironic (or sucky, if you like), as (i) H had had problems getting there, so I'd told him to go home instead, and (ii) I'd just this morning got an email offering baby clothes on sale, and had been brave enough to purchase my first babygro. Very minimalist, I assure you, white egyptian cotton with two little footprints on the front in grey. Yes, of course this is the day my baby dies, I thought. Then I talked myself down off the metaphorical ledge using the conversation I've had in my head several times over the last few weeks. "No, my baby is not going to die, she's just not. We've got this far, damnit, we're going to have a baby." I know it's not logical, but repeating this in my head has been helpful to get through those moments where I panic because I haven't felt her for a while.
After 7 minutes, Dr OB went to get his "old-fashioned trumpet" to see if that would work better, but it didn't. So he escorted me downstairs to meet the very lovely sonographer in her very well-equipped sonography room. It even has an LCD screen set up, high on the wall opposite the bed, so that she doesn't have to turn the screen round to show you what's happening (although I don't quite understand why more clinics don't just turn the ultrasound machine around so that the sonographer has their back to you but the screen is facing towards you). The machine needed to boot up so there was a bit of downtime where Dr OB, the sonographer and I made polite, rather strained conversation. Then she apologised that her gel warmer wasn't on, squirted the cold gel on my stomach, and started the scan. She immediately showed us the heartbeat, at which point I nearly fainted with relief, and Dr OB disappeared to let her do a full growth check etc. Everything looked just fine, all measuring on track, and the passsenger is now head down. The sonographer carefully measured all the fibroids and said it looked ok for natural delivery to her, although the OB would have to decide in the end. The placenta still looks healthy, the passenger was bopping around with one arm up around her head, one leg tucked under her bum, and another stretched out along my side - "using all the available space," said the sonographer. So that was all ok.
The rest of the visit was rather uneventful. We discussed labour again, and Dr OB recommended I go check out this guidance on caesarians, to make sure I'm fully informed about what I want to do. So I'm off to read that shortly. He pointed out again that the stats are dramatically in our favour at this point, and that they will not take any chances with me at all, none at all. Which I do find reassuring (the second part rather than the first as we all know stats lie).
So I'm fine and the passenger is fine and it was just one of those afternoons. GD results will be in on Friday, fingers crossed those will be fine, too.