In the middle of this pregnancy, I switched to an office with doctors and midwives. At first, I was skeptical because I worried the midwives would push the all-natural approach.
Positive: The midwife would stay throughout the entire labor instead of popping in and out. They don’t discourage drugs, and they get the doctor if complications arise.
Positive: Upon telling the midwife that my stepsons were born at home and I had no intention of doing that, she said, “Don’t worry. We deliver babies in a hospital…which I will drive to in my car…not ride up to on my horse.”
Negative: The first midwife I met called me fat.
Then I began to worry that all midwives did was criticize my weight. The next few appointments went like this:
- “Your weight gain since the last appointment is a little on the high side, but it’s nothing to be worried about. Plus, Thanksgiving was in there.”
- Nothing said about my weight at the next appointment.
- Again, nothing said about weight.
- “You’ve only put on 2 pounds since your last appointment. Nice job!”
- And at yesterday’s appointment: “You’ve lost 2 pounds.” That was thanks to the cold I had this week, which is why the blog was especially quiet.
Now I suspect they may just be saying nice things because of how fragile pregnant women are in the last few weeks.
- “That you’re still exercising is good. That’ll help during labor.”
- “How tall are you? Taller women usually have an easier labor.”
- “Your baby won’t be huge. Maybe 8.5 pounds.”
And my favorite:
Me: My feet are starting to swell.
Her: That’s totally normal at this stage. Just put your feet up.
Me: I do that. I sit down and watch movies and fold laundry.
Her: No. You need to LAY down and have your feet above your heart.
Me: But then I can’t fold laundry…or do anything.
A prescription/order to do nothing and be lazy. I love it.
Also from yesterday’s appointment: 0 cm dilated and 50% effaced at 37 weeks. That’s not the 8 cm and 80% I was hoping for, but I’ll take it.