I had to go all the way down to Liverpool again, as Dr F insisted I follow up in the pregnancy clinic. Well what a farce that was! We arrived and the line was huge. Of course I’m not supposed to standing up for any length of time, especially not doing that old British pastime of queuing. But, frustratingly I had no choice. So we stood in a line for ages, just waiting to see reception…when I finally got to reception I asked them if they understood why I was here. I didn’t want to do all the booking in with a midwife, I was just here for a post cerclage and diabetes follow up. I said this with the feeling they’d booked me in to do the whole midwife thing. I was right.
They actually expected me to have ANOTHER midwife and travel all the way to Liverpool to see her. I pointed out that 1) I’m 13 weeks 2) I’ve had my scan 3) I’ve had all my bloods taken and 4) I already have a midwife closer to home.
Once that was sorted I was allowed to go sit in a packed waiting room with the sort of people you might expect to find at a pregnancy clinic…in Liverpool. One woman seemed to have a new baby in her arms, was pregnant again, and had a toddler running around her, another seemed to be about 14 years old and heavily pregnant…I decided to pay no attention and started reading my kindle.
When we finally went in, I got to meet the reason for my long and very tiring visit. A doctor who clearly assumed I was an idiot. Granted she saw a lot of people every day, but that was no excuse for the way she treated me. Instantly she started talking down to me, I got “do you know how dangerous it is to have high blood sugar levels for baby” OH really? I thought it was GOOD for baby, all this time here I was thinking how great it was that I have high blood sugars.
The fact that it was ME who told Dr F that my sugar levels were off because I’d been monitoring myself, like last time, she chose to ignore. I explained to her that last pregnancy I monitored myself and no one believed me when I said I had GD at 9 weeks, I was only tested at 24 weeks, she skimmed over that one too.
Then I had “has a doctor explained GD to you,” I forced myself not to roll me eyes at her. Then “we don’t want you having a very large baby” OK, so I couldn’t ignore that one, I pointed out that my last baby was just 1 pound, 15 oz, I don’t think a large baby is going to be a problem, considering it’s not likely I’ll get to term. I wanted to point out that if I go early, a larger baby will reduce the chances of intraventricular hemmorhaging, the same thing that took my son, but I held my tongue. She told me that “it was beside the point” that I’d had a small baby last time.
Then she told me to increase my metformin, I wanted to explain that metformin works slowly and will not provide instant lowering of blood sugar levels, because it works to increase my cell sensitivity to insulin, not have immediate effects. But instead I said that I’d already tried that while trying to get pregnant and it didn’t agree with me. So she said I’d probably end up on insulin.
Fed up by her attitude problem at this point, I told her I was transferring to my local hospital, where I was already seeing a diabetes nurse and doctor and that I would prefer not to come back to her this pregnancy. She seemed to agree and that was that.
All in all, it was a useless wasted visited with an ignorant and condescending doctor. She didn’t even follow up on how I felt with my cerclage, if I’d stopped bleeding or if I had any pain. And by the time I got home I was really crampy and uncomfortable – I do NOT travel well. Luckily I wont need to do that again, hopefully until next pregnancy…
Luckily I’ve been keeping myself busy with writing and drawing. I’m writing a blog/website for dairy free folk, I review products available in the UK and do recipes and such, and I’m learning to draw over at drawspace. This was the drawing I completed two days ago.
It’s keeping me busy, the days are long on bedrest, and it can be so very frustrating not being able to do anything. But all for a good cause.