Last Midwife Visit. 3-10-12

Another photo in my great grandma's wig box.
At least Boop can keep my mind off things. 

I had been up since 2am, and we had been running all day. My pediatrician and midwives are in the same building; so I try to get them on the say day. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get them done close together in time. So, I went to the lactation specialist in between. I wound up having to go home before seeing the midwives. I had been disappointed because I had asked them twice to call me about my work release, and they didn’t. We were about 5 minutes late getting to the midwives. It didn’t matter; the midwife was at least a half hour late… maybe 45 minutes? I had waited to see the midwife I liked the best, and there had been some strange scheduling things.

It wasn’t a great visit. There was something going on in the office, some staffing issue, apparently. She seemed a little perturbed as she went through her checklist with me. She asked me about my emotional health and depression. I told her I was stressed about going back to work and was trying to figure out daycare. She said, “I haven’t heard a mother yet who wasn’t stressed about going back to work.” <Yikes, then why bother asking me if you didn’t want to hear the response?> The OB on call while I was in the hospital said the extent of my injuries would be rationale for extended medical leave, but I could see she was in no mood to discuss it. I really didn’t need it anyway as it was already approved.

They wanted to do my annual pap screening. Although they were supposed to do it early in my pregnancy, they said they had no record of it. I just hope I don’t wind up getting charged for an extra screening. I had also asked her if there was any physical reason I wasn’t producing enough milk—like a blocked duct. She just looked at my breast. Not only does that not make sense from a breast feeding standpoint, I was thinking a clinical breast exam was standard of care for the annual exam. Her only response was to keep working with the lactation specialist. Then, I asked her about domperidone. She hadn’t heard of it but gave me a script. As I was leaving, the scheduling person said that I was finished with them. That felt a bit strange as I thought they also did gynecological care. So, I left there in a daze. And I must say it wasn’t a boost for my emotional health.