I figured I should update after my last post. I called and begged to be seen at this other practice that Mr. Rhody knew of through a school acquaintance. I went in, saw a doctor, and decided I'd switch.
The office was nice, the staff was nice, and the doctor seemed a lot more proactive than my last practice. The doctor seemed surprised that no one had ever tested my progesterone levels or done an HSG, so he put me on Prometrium to start. I'm not too thrilled about being on the gross suppositories all day, but, eh, it's only until 12 weeks and I'm willing to try pretty much anything at this point.
The Lovenox is a no-go. Apparently they just don't do that in Rhode Island. This doctor was clear that he'd do whatever the OB Medicine practice suggested since it was outside his area of expertise. At least he was straight with me. I am still waiting on the old practice to get back to me with my OB Medicine consult, though I'm not holding my breath.
Since I'm not on Lovenox, I'm still low risk, technically, so I'm going to see the midwives at this new practice. I really do want to have as low an intervention birth as is possible, and I've felt pressured and pushed around enough recently. I really like the idea of patient-centered care.
I have seen a few people lately who are getting all excited and announcing their pregnancies around 8w. It's put me in a bit of a funk. I remember our first pregnancy--we announced to our parents between 8 and 10w. And then the second pregnancy, when we had our 8w ultrasound, I remember thinking that the odds are so good, I'm SURE it won't happen again. We lost both pregnancies at 9w1d, so here I am just hoping we get to 9w2d this time.
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