This pregnancy was different than the others. I was consider high risk because of my age and had to get a lot of extra tests that I hadn’t had to do for my previous pregnancies, and they all indicated that everything was going well and the the baby was healthy. But there was the episodes of spotting, and some minor pain that went along with it.
And the falling.
As my pregnancy progressed the falling seemed to increase. I grew more and more concerned. Why was I such a klutz. This couldn’t be healthy for the baby! It didn’t seem to be causing any harm though, and all of my checkups were normal.
Did I mention that I was seeing a new OB/Gyn. She was pretty nice, but I had been seeing the same doctor previous to her for 10 years. He had delivered my last three babies. I trusted him. Losing him took something away from the whole experience. That sense of peace and comfort was just not there.
The new office was bigger and the wait was always long. My new OB/Gyn felt more like one of those cattle call offices. Not a fan of cattle call offices- whether it’s a doctor or a dentist!
I was well into my pregnancy when I seriously considered changing, but felt it was too far in and probably woudn’t be a good idea. It wasn’t really that anything was wrong, I just didn’t feel like I was important, or that I was the center of attention, like my previous OB/Gyn had made me feel.
I decided to stay with the current doctor and that it would probably be fine. This wasn’t my first time anyhow. I knew everything to expect and there weren’t any questions or anything, so what did I care who did the delivery. My last three babies were less than 2-3 hours of labor each with absolutely NO complications. I was pretty good at having babies by now!
At 28 weeks, I spotted again. This time when I called the doctor they told me to go straight to the hospital. I did, but after several hours was sent home because there was no evidence that I was in labor, and it was not continuing. My husband and I had been intimate and they figured that had been the cause.
I have to tell you – I felt serious concerns regarding my pregancy. From the beginning, I had felt a strange sense of dread. I thought to myself with each pregnancy, that the odds of my complicatons or of something being wrong with the baby increased each time I got pregnant.
I had already had four uneventful pregnancies and four beautiful, healthy babies. What were the chances of there being no problems in another. Kind of a sick way of thinking I guess, but in truth, that was my secret anxiety!
I was sent home amidst my fears and cautioned to rest and take it easy. Let me remind you I had five kids. Easier said than done!
