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We returned in two weeks for what we had been told was just
a follow-up with my bloodwork. We were
quite surprised when the nurse led us back to the room and told us we’d be
having an ultrasound. Was something
wrong? If so, then we were fine
with
having another ultrasound if it would help, but we weren’t interested in
having this procedure unless it could make a difference in my treatment
along the way.
The doctor came in and told us everything looked great with
my blood work and asked me to lay back onto the table so he could do the ultrasound. I asked what the ultrasound was for and he
said just to look around. I told him we
didn’t want it if there wasn’t more of a reason behind it. He couldn’t understand why we wouldn’t want
another chance to see our baby. (We just
felt like it’s not proven that ultrasounds are completely safe and without any effects on the baby – like bothering those little ears with the sound waves
– so why chance it if it’s not necessary)
He even offered to do it for free.
Now, I’m all for a good deal and free is as good as it
gets, but I again declined the offer. His
response? “Fine, if you don’t care about
seeing whether your baby’s alive or not…”
Whoa. Not cool. G’s response was that there was just no
reason to suspect otherwise and basically dismissed the doctor.
As I was getting dressed, I was pretty shaken up. That’s just not something that should be said
to an anxiety-prone woman pregnant for the first time, and at such an “advanced
maternal age.”
G was wonderful, telling me that the doctor was looney and reminding me that
we had already placed our trust in God that our baby was fine.
We scheduled the next appointment, but went home and immediately
began researching alternatives.