I had my first prenatal appointment yesterday. I have to admit that I was really nervous. My appointment was with a doctor that I’d never met, only heard about through several friends who have also used his services.
The receptionist was less than friendly, and I prayed right there at the window that she was not an indication of how the rest of the staff was going to be. Thank the good Lord above, she wasn’t. She must have been having a bad day, because everyone else in the office was super friendly.
I went back and gave my urine sample and then stepped on the scale. (UGH. I hate that part.) The nurse took my blood pressure, which was pretty high: 159/87. Of course, I was nervous, so that probably had a lot to do with it. I am terrified of going through what I did the last time with the preeclampsia – swelling, stroke level blood pressure, and near death experiences. I’d really like to not repeat that.
After the “fun” stuff was over, they sat me in a very comfortable room (I’m talking couches and big, cushy chairs) to talk with the doctor. I really didn’t know what to expect from the doctor. Sure, I’d heard nice things about him, but could he be as great as everyone made him out to be?
He absolutely was. He listened to my concerns, and we talked like old friends. What a welcome relief.
I told him that I’ve been having these spells over the last week that I hardly know how to explain. It feels like my insides are racing at a hundred miles an hour, my heart is beating so fast it’s going to bust out of my chest, and I feel like I could pass out at any given moment. Rather than brush it off or just make a note in my file, he talked to me about it. Really talked to me. Asked questions, talked about the symptoms. He listened to everything I had to say, and understood – even when I didn’t know how to explain it.
It turns out, I am so terrified of getting preeclampsia again, or having something go wrong, that I am actually causing myself to have a panic attack. After 8 years of marriage and 5 kids, I have never, ever suffered from any kind of anxiety or panic attack. This is what brings it on. We talked a bit about how to combat anxiety without medicine, and he was really great. Never made me feel like an idiot for being the cause behind my own panic attacks, just treated me with compassion and understanding. I was truly floored.
After our talk, he had me head back to the Ultrasound exam room. He checked my cervix, which was just fine, and then started the ultrasound. It was so great to see that little jelly bean on the screen. Even with all the mood swings, cravings, and
morning all day sickness, it never seems real to me until I see that little being inside me. We could even see the teeny tiny little heart just beating away. Without further ado, here, my friends, is the very first picture of our little “Jelly Bean”:
Gorgeous, right? Absolutely amazing that this tiny little speck will grow up to be a person.
After the ultrasound, the doctor asked me to keep an eye on my blood pressure several times a week for the next 2 weeks and then come back for another visit. Because this is baby #6 and I’ve had so many complications with my previous pregnancies, I’m considered very high risk, so I’ll have more appointments than the normal pregnancy.
I hope the pregnancy updates don’t bore you too much. I just want to have a way to document this last pregnancy, and I know family and friends that are out of state want easy access to updates. I figured this would work for all of us. 🙂
Thanks for joining me in this journey. I’m excited about what lies ahead….