A little respect goes a long way.

If you are wanting an uplifting or positive post don't continue reading.

Originally, I had an appointment scheduled for my regular MFM (maternal fetal medicine) doctor on Wednesday. It was cancelled due to weather and rescheduled for today.  Unfortunately, he was out of the office and so I saw someone else.  I had my reservations about seeing someone different.  I very much like to maintain continuity of care as much as possible and I didn't want to deal with an alarmist doctor. I made several attempts to change the appointment.  But between the craziness of our house and no one answering the phone, I went against my gut and had the appointment anyway.

After the regular US the doctor and resident entered the room.  I have never been in a situation where I was not first informed that a resident was present and then asked if it was ok if they sat in on the appointment.  This was not the case.  They never told me the resident's name.  Aside from the doctor introducing himself to me, he didn't say a word to me the next several minutes...he just made small talk with the US tech and the resident.  The resident asked questions about the possibility of my individual membranes rupturing.  Hello, I'm in the room.  Please save these questions for later, especially if I never even brought up membrane rupture.  The doc proceeded to put gel on my stomach, i don't even know why because he didn't really take the time to look at anything.  He just moved the damn US thing around very unintentionally, or so it seemed.  I wanted to say, "My babies already had a rather lengthy ultrasound, unless what you are doing is beneficial get the damn thing off me."  I didn't.  I really wish that I had.  I lost my voice.  I knew the sizes of the babies, A: 1lb8oz, B: 1lb2oz, and C: 1lb7oz.  All great weights.  The fluid was normal. The bladders were normal.  Everything was stable.  The doctor even said everything is stable.  So then why did he feel the need to say "Hopefully Baby B can hang on."  Are you frickin kidding me.  What during that US, especially the part when you were just screwing around, indicated anything other than healthy babies?  I knew going into this appointment to have very low expectations.  But I didn't actually think he would make such an unnecessary and unwarranted comment.  All the joy and excitement that I had from seeing my three girls, knowing they were healthy, and growing beautifully went out the window/  Now I just wanted him out of there as quickly as possible.

I scheduled my next appointment and asked for my usual MFM.  He will be out of the office all that week.  Two were, available, Mr Jerk-face and a different doctor.  Initially, I was thinking to stay with Jerk-face to have some consistency.  Now that I've had the drive home to think about it, I don't want to see him again.  I will take another doctor or try to stretch my next visit a few extra days to see my normal MFM provider.

Needless to say, I'm going to complain.