Half way through week 6Mr. Fix-it and I visited a "local" birth center. The best in the area, according to reviews of mom's I've chatted with over the years. I'm glad we did. Then we followed it up with meeting our first midwife. What a difference from a hospital! Love! But, unfortunately, the birth center rubbed me the wrong way. The center is a good 35 minute drive from our house and I wanted to know what I should do, and what they would do, if labor progresses faster then anyone expected, and I couldn't make the drive. The poor lady stared at me for half a second and said firmly, "Call 911!" Is it weird that I was shocked? Um, wouldn't you send the on call midwife to my home RIGHT away? Or at least plan to meet me at the hospital? Something? Anything? It felt very much like if we couldn't make it, we were going to be at the mercy of the EMT's. I actually have a friend who's an EMT and he's delivered a LOT of babies, but...really? You have no back up plan? Sigh. Like I said, rubbed me the wrong way. I know, I know, WHY wouldn't I get there on time, you ask? Darn YouTube videos of moms having 20 minute labors...I was simply curious! The midwife on the other hand, opened her office doors to us barefoot and braless. Is it weird that I immediately felt like she really knew her stuff and could completely handle anything any type of labor could throw at her? While chatting I learned why. Not only did she immediately recognize what my Queasy Beads were ("Oh! You're having nausea, I see!", pointing at my bracelets.) She's delivered more babies then she could count, well, she stopped counting after 800. In multiple countries and on doctor missions trips, too! She has been practicing in the area for quite a few years as well. She even explained the uses and purposes of biting a placenta to stop hemorrhaging. Whoa! Back er up...that IS what she said! We chatted about it a bit more and clearly, she DOES know her stuff. I'm going to have to refer to her as MacGyver Midwife, because I get the feeling she could handle anything, WITH anything she had on hand. There is the added bonus that she has all the ultrasound machines she will ever need to use, in her office. I like not having to be farmed out to an imaging center. There is the drive though, it's more like 45 minutes. Sigh. BUT...MacGyver Midwife! Come on!!! Who wouldn't drive 45 minutes for that?!? The next day we met with a Nurse midwife in our home. I found her personality instantly charming and sweet. There was nothing not to love about her, and having 2,500+ births under her belt IS pretty impressive! The only thing is, only 200 of them have been home births. ONLY, like I've ever delivered ONE baby at home. Clearly, this lady's got her stuff together, too. I mentioned the placenta thing though, and she was a bit, well, grossed out. Sigh. She would rather push meds then find the natural way first. I LIKE her though, and I KNOW I would be 100% safe in her hands. And if, Heaven forbid, I had to be transferred to a hospital, I know she's be cool as a cucumber, confident and completely able to help. She also will do all visits in my home, (until she gets her new office), but towards the end, she'd still come to me, knowing travel isn't so easy for REALLY pregnant mamas. Unfortunately, I'll have to be farmed out for ultrasounds. Sigh. Picking one is going to be HARD!
And then I made THAT phone call that made me realize we were THAT family.I called our pediatrician and family doctor's office to double check that there would not be an issue with having a home or birth center birth. The receptionist was very sweet, and asked if we were planning to vaccinate, too. Huh...that's not what I called about, but, ok, I'll bite. I said that we'll probably do the same as we did with out daughter, she received most of the vaccines, but we chose to delay and stagger them. I said that the doctor had always been fine with it. She informed me that she was pretty sure that the pedi would not see our baby then. What?!? Apparently things have changed. Lovely. Thanks insurance companies, for stiff arming perfectly good doctors to doing your will. So I asked what we needed to do, and how long we had to wait before the new baby COULD be seen by our family doctor. Well, the office manager was out sick (probably had a flu shot, coughs into fist) and the receptionist had never been asked that before, so she called back the next day with the info. Wow. I KNOW it was the same lady, but this time she was a bit snide, like someone had been talking in her ear about "those sorts of people". Blew me away. Um, I'm trying to give you another patient. Don't you want that? Well, apparently not. Insert giant sigh here. I'm actually crushed. The lady went on about how all the doctors were going to be doing it this way from now on and basically, I needed to get with the program or never see a doctor again. I tried to say that I had had a less then stellar birth experience for an otherwise healthy, normal pregnancy and delivery, and I simply didn't want to go through that again. Hospitals are for sick people. I'm not sick. I didn't say that last part to the receptionist, but man, I wanted to. I have now personally experienced discrimination based on my choice to take everything the insurance and pharmaceutical companies say with an open mind and armed with research. I never expected to be lumped in with the "them" crowd. What ever that means. I'm one of "those" people now. I could tell Mr. Fix-it was shaken by the news, too. Enough so that I was worried he might suggest a hospital birth just so we could be "normal" again. But I was only worried for a second. He's a good man, and he gets it. The more we learn about hospitals vs. home births, the more his resolve is set. Whew! And after the birth center calculated a health risk of ZERO for me, it seems obvious there is NO reason to have a baby in a location where people are just waiting for something to go wrong, because they rarely leave things alone long enough for things to go right. It is weird to compare it to a scab? If you leave it alone, it'll heal on it's own. If you keep picking at it, you're going to need a bandaid. <shrugs> That's all I'm saying. personal Face Book status at one point during this week. I will admit to nothing. I ended up getting two over the course of the week. Guess what? Several days after eating the first, I couldn't even finish the second one. Lemonade - I'm a water drinker, but this week and last, I've been finding myself ordering lemonade quite a bit. Whole Foods just happened to have BOGO this week, too! Score! Burger King (hangs head in shame) - I thought I wanted a Whopper. Turns out I didn't. I couldn't finish it. What I think I wanted was just something in my tummy and...lemonade. Comfort Food - I think I've figured it out. I just want plain old, easy to chew, no work required, comfort food. I may need to make up a batch of quiona and cheese soon. Yum! I picked up ingredients to make ratatouille as well. THAT is more like me. Healthy AND yummy! We're not even going to talk about the Taco Bell Chalupa I had on my way to work...nope, not even going to mention it. WHAT is up with me?!? I've been happy and healthy, and lately I just keep putting junk into my mouth. Sigh. I can't wait for this nausea phase to pass so I can be a bit more sensible. See?!? THIS is more like it! This is how I normally eat! And, for the record, this was my mid afternoon snack. The chalupa kinda filled me up for lunch...both of them. :D