Yesterday was my first OB appointment. Luckily, Huzzy was able to come with me (it is never guaranteed that he can). With him next to me, I was able to not have a panic attack like I did when I walked in to make the appointments several weeks ago. There were huge pregnant bellies everywhere and extremely unruly kids running around unchecked.
The appointment was a two-part appointment. The first was with a nurse and my husband wasn’t allowed to go to, which made both of us think that it was an appointment where they ask if there is abuse, etc in the home. But it wasn’t. It was just my medical history and they gave me a great pregnancy week-by-week book and handouts. There was NO reason for him not to be there if I wanted him to be there.
The second appointment was with the OB. While I’ve been with this clinic for GYN stuff for more than four years, I decided to switch providers because my original one is a bit abrupt and I’m not sure she’d be as compassionate about my concerns as I need her to be. My new OB was all I hoped she’d be… kind, caring, compassionate and willing to listen to anything I had to say and talk to me about it. She also “got” it that this pregnancy, while “normal” in the fact that it was a spontaneous conception… isn’t normal. There’s no guarantee that we can ever get pregnant again, especially without medication. She was amazed that we were pregnant spontaneously after a failed IVF and just before lap surgery for endo. I really, really like her and am so glad I have someone I immediately connected to.
During this appointment, I had a full physical, along with testing to see if I had any STD’s (they do for every pregnant woman) and testing to see if I had any other infections that may harm the baby. We also listened for Squish’s heartbeat via doppler and I about had a heart attack.
The first doppler didn’t find anything except my stomach noises. The doctor said it was an old machine (more than 20 years old) and she had a new one on order because it didn’t always work. So she went to get another one. Cue deep breaths and calming thoughts to keep me from freaking out. The second doppler didn’t pick up ANY sound… because there were no batteries in it. Finally, the third doppler picked up the heartbeat right away… Squish’s heart was beating away at about 160bpm.
Next week we’ll get to see Squish again as we have our NT (nuchal translucency) ultrasound scan, which will assess baby’s risk for Down’s Syndrome, other chromosomal abnormalities, and major congenital heart problems. I’ll also be getting the integrated blood test, which will will screen for many of the same things. While neither test can tell with 100% accuracy, if either show a possibility, my doctor said she believes my insurance will then pay for the Mat21 or other similar test, which costs about $2,000 and is 99% accurate.
My mom disagreed with my decision, but even though I wouldn’t abort for DS or something similar, I believe it’s a good idea to know up front. The hospital I will be delivering at does not have a NICU, nor does it have the specialty doctors that may be needed in the case of DS, a chromosomal abnormality or heart defect. I think it’d be best to know ahead of time so I could have the proper specialists on hand and also get to the right hospital that can handle it rather than being surprised, have the baby emergency airlifted to a different hospital and be separated from him/her until I was released. Huzzy disagreed at first, but understood my reasoning and said he was ok with knowing.
We’ll have another just-listening appointment around 16 weeks and then the anatomy scan around 20 weeks.
So… so far so good. I believe we will be announcing our pregnancy this weekend on Facebook as I enter the second trimester either tomorrow or in a week and a half, depending on which method is used to calculate trimesters. One of my bestest friends, Poe at Many Waters is going to take a few photos for us for the announcement.