So, I drive from Bible Study to Dr Gerber's office in the city, praying that I will get a parking space on the street (it is all metered parking or residents only).
I arrive, and there is one space. Right outside her office. I mean, by the consulting room window. I can only just squeeze my car in but it goes eventually, and we have to change the wheels for summer ones anyway.
The Practise has expanded and now has two ob/gyns. The consulting rooms are on the ground floor and Dr Gerber lives on the floors above with her family.
Christopher (sleeping) and I enter and find everything is EXACTLY the same as it was when I went there with Isabel, nine years ago. The only change is the nurse running the front desk is a new variety. I go through to the waiting room. The coathangers still are awfully noisy when I hang up my jacket. Classical music is still playing from invisible speakers. There is still a tiny desk and chair and colouring pencils for children to play with.
After a few minutes the nurse comes back and asks me some questions about LMP etc then she takes me behind her desk for my bloodpressure (121/77) and two vials of blood. She also weighs me (64Kg- giant and revolting and you know it's only gonna get worse). I just notice they have a new autoclave machine and a new coffee machine. Such frivilous spending.
Later still, I sit with Dr Gerber (who also looks exactly the same, just marginally greyer hair). She is still quietly spoken and allows lots of room for you to talk. (Which makes me feel like I should keep on talking as I clearly have a fear of silence.) She is smily and pleasant. She remembers me from before, good but weird, why does me remember me, was I ridiculous or stupid in some way?
I tell her about my mediation fears and she speaks gently and soothingly, saying, 'I can see you are very anxious, how it is bothering you.'
She looks up these medications in her special magic book and asks me the quantities I took and the dates of digestion. And she reassures me. All is OK.
Stupid internet sites, scaremongering. Lucky I am so level headed.
She says that these warnings are for people who take these medications for a long period of time, for chronic pain. She adds the usual caveat that no studies have been done on such things (who would do a drug study on a pregnant population?) but experience tells us they do not appear to be tetragenic.
She takes some notes on my previous pregnancies and births (clearly sad to have missed them) and nine hours later I leave the consulting room with her. We go back to Myriam the nurse who took my blood and make an appointment for 20th May when I will be 13weeks (we think). I will have a first trimester Downs Syndrome test which involves the nuchal translucency examination, blood tests for hCG and PAPP-A level. This should give me a probability for this pregnancy. I forgot to ask her if she will do AFP at 16weeks like she used to, to test for NTD as well or whether they don't do that now.
Told Simon straight away in case he would like to komm mit (he would). He is supposed to be in the US for a meeting the following day so whether or not he will come remains to be seen. Timing, ha ha.
So, reassured for the moment, but am sure I will think of something to worry about soon.
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