status update : week 24
What a week. The saga/drama continues.
First of all, I’m feeling fine. I’ve started doing this weird thing where I wake up to pee after only being in bed a few hours, then wake up again right before Matt’s alarm goes off. I will then be wide awake before needing to take a mid-morning nap. It’s strange this rhythm my body is moving to. I am needing to get used to it.
Also, food still remains somewhat of a struggle for me. I just have no appetite. I’ve come to the conclusion that with my nose being somewhat “off”, things just smell very differently to me. A craving for a baked potato wasn’t satiated after dinner at Outback, a place we rarely go, but damn, their baked potatoes used to bring me back begging for more. Not anymore. I am noticing that I can’t eat as large of a meal and get full much, much quicker. I have given up on watering myself, and have begun to drink juices, lemonade and Propel waters to increase my liquid intake. In my next life I will be born to like the taste of water.
So, the saga…
Our visit to the doctor’s office was somewhat of a disappointment. I was scolded for reading too much once I began to ask questions about the hospital procedures. I assume that the dumber you are in the delivery room, the more complacent of a patient you are because you are clueless about what’s taking place. Not only did I find this disturbing, but I also was frustrated that I didn’t feel like I was on the same page with my practice.
The following night we toured the hospital and the nursery facilities. I must have been this tour guide’s nightmare because I had my notebook full of questions to ask, including what was the C-section rate for the hospital. In the hospital world they don’t want to disclose numbers, but I was able to coax it out of her, finding out the rate was almost 40%, which is high in comparison not only to the average for the state, but the average for the United States, much less the rest of the world. But the kicker for me was that the tour guide didn’t know what a birthing stool was, and she has taught Lamaze for over twenty years. I definitely feel like a fish out of water.
What’s a girl to do?