Today, I had my OB Orientation at the Family Clinic at Madigan Army Hospital. This is my first experience with Army medicine (pregnant, anyways) and it’s definitely all new to me. I was actually really pleased with everything today; from the level of care to the kindness of the doctors, nurses and staff. I can honestly say I was pretty impressed! (Though I think you should get a book on this stuff when you join the Army because everything is different and you always seem to end up feeling like a moron.)
I chose the Family Clinic because I REALLY didn’t want to have a different doctor every time I had an appointment. I want to be able to trust and know my doctor throughout this pregnancy…which I think is both reasonable and what any momma-to-be would want. (That was a major goal for me only because I’ve heard stories.) So that is a check off my list. I don’t have to call a 1-800 number to schedule my appointments, I just call the clinic directly! That may sound dumb, but it means a lot to have more personalized care. I have names and numbers and I get to see and know the same person -yippie!
The appointment today lasted about an hour and boy, did I ever forget all the paperwork and tests they want to run on you when you are prego! I decided to turn down both the HIV test and the genetic testing…somehow I just don’t feel it’s necessary..he he he. Especially since the genetic test could give you false positives…no thanks! During my consult with the nurse practitioner, I got presents! You know…all the usual stuff you get when you leave the hospital?…I got it now. So a diaper bag (with a super cute changing pad) and all kinds of samples, samples, samples. That’s always fun…even though I’ll have to purchase a tres chic bag once we find out whether this bambino is a girl or a boy!
Then…the yuck came after my orientation. I had to go back to THE LAB for MORE blood work. Only this time…they took the 9+ viles of blood. It didn’t fare well. I gave the kids in the lab a bit of a spook. I had the same gal as last time and told her the same schpiel: “I don’t do this well”. But then this Colonel walked in and walked over to me asking if I’m ok…because he said I did not look ok. I wasn’t. I slowly went down hill. Somewhere in there they got my sissie self to a reclining chair, threw ice packs on my head and my neck and got a fan on me. Then this other doctor came in very concerned and I just apologized, apologized, apologized. They asked me if I ate today… Of course I did…I’m pregnant. I couldn’t have gotten through the car ride to the hospital without food! HA!
Anyway, it was all over and done with pretty quick. Afterwards I STILL had to go “void” in a cup. (Can you belive that Julie Ross? They took my blood AND my pee? You’re kidding right?) I saw myself in the mirror when I was washing my hands and whew…I looked as white as a ghost. I can only imagine what I looked like as I was going down! HA!
Oh well, everyone needs something to talk about at the end of the day right? I was glad to be of service. So I go back on the 1st for an ultrasound (which will be fun to hear the baby’s heartbeat) and more tests and then I go back again on the 15th for more tests. Sheesh. Pregnant ladies are such lab rats.