5 Pregnancy Tests In, OB/GYN Visit 1
All of the pregnancy tests recommend that once you get a positive (or in my case 5), you should call your OB/GYN for confirmation on your pregnancy. Luckily, I’m really good at following directions and did just that. With 3 months of consecutive birth control under my belt, my ovulation cycle was out of whack. At this point, I was looking for some answers on the 5 positive tests lingering in my bathroom in disbelief. With a quick phone call and formalities, they estimated our first appointment would happen around 8 weeks. I jotted all of my questions down and prepared for our first appointment.
What’s Up Doc?
The appointment ran late and when we finally were taken back with the ultrasound technician the nerves were real. The ultrasound tech began probing and muttering to herself the uncertainty of this actually being a pregnancy. For an individual who was unsure how this pregnancy even happened, that was a red flag. David could see the panic on my face as he intently stared at the screen out of my view. My sweet husband asked one question and this tech stared him deadpan in the face. She then said, “I rarely talk to any individual sitting in that seat because mom can’t see what is on the screen.”
The room fell silent and all you could hear was the constant printing from the sonogram machine. The tech left to meet with the doctor due to the fact that she was still unsure if this was actually a pregnancy.
Like really, what’s up doc?
We were sitting in that sonogram room for what felt like forever. The tears welled up and David calmed me down a few times as we waited for the doctor to come in to see us. When the door opened, the sonogram tech rushed in with the same sentiments from before. “We aren’t sure this is a pregnancy.” “It’s too early to tell.” “We’re going to take some blood and bring you back in 3 days.”
The words fell on deaf ears. The pricks as the large vials of blood taken didn’t phase me. The defeated feeling and the solemn look on David’s face was enough to check me out of that office.
A Good Cry, Hamburger, and Nap
The walk back to our car was an indication enough that my hormones were out of whack. I instantly started crying over the concerns I had about my body. The questions of why the doctor didn’t take a moment to communicate this critical information baffled me. On top of the fact that the tech’s bedside manner was horrible. Without blinking an eye after voicing my concerns, I asked for a hamburger and a nap. David quickly obliged my demands.
Transfer My Records, I’m Done
After waking up and sharing my experience with the close friends that were aware of the pregnancy, I put in work. With research and recommendations, I found an OB/GYN and made the promise to switch the next day. I made the call first thing Friday morning to the new recommended OB/GYN. With a quick congratulation, paperwork guidance, and apology for my rant on my previous OB/GYN – the new office had me set up for a visit in just 10 short days. Which in reality is an entire month for a possibly pregnant lady. The new office did mention I would need to have my records transferred from the old OB/GYN office.
The dreaded phone call was all the satisfaction I needed at that time.
Old OB/GYN Office: “Hello, Dr. ****** office.”
Me: “Hi, I would like to transfer my records to my new doctor, Dr. ********, as soon as possible.”
Old OB/GYN Office: “Oh, alright. What’s your first and last name?”
Me: “Sev*****. Ware.”
Old OB/GYN Office: “Mrs. Ware, you were just in our office yesterday. Can you explain why you are transferring to a new doctor?”
Without missing a cue the word vomit of my previous day’s visit just rambled out. The anger and satisfaction of honesty were glorious as I continued.
Old OB/GYN Office: “We will fax the transfer paperwork over. Have a great day Mrs. Ware.”
Just like that, I was finished and ready to move on.
9 Pregnancy Tests In, OB/GYN Visit 2
By the time the second OB/GYN appointment rolled around, I had a grasp on certain changes that were taking place with my body. I knew that this time around they wouldn’t be so unsure about whether or not I was indeed pregnant. After all of the paperwork and intrusive life questions, I was up on a table ready for sonogram round 2. My doctor and his nurse smoothly glided into the room and greeted us with a congratulatory handshake and smile. There was laughing, the dreaded pap smear, and a screen showing a white shadow of our future child.
The Strong Heartbeat
As time passed, my doctor was very thorough in explaining to us everything that we were seeing on the screen.
Doctor: “Mrs. Ware, did you know you have a fibroid?”
Me: “Ummm, no.”
Doctor: “Nothing to worry about, we will take care of that.”
He continued and dated the pregnancy at 8 weeks and 5 days. With a smile, he informed us that it was a high implantation, which is exactly what he would want to see. Then he dropped a question that David and I weren’t expecting, “do you want to hear your baby’s heartbeat?” We both looked at each other and I managed to stammer out “isn’t it a little early for that?”
A brief second later, a consistent and strong thumping echoed throughout the room. David kissed my forehead as we listened to the gentle fast paced strumming of our little one’s heartbeat. For the first time, this started to become a reality for me.