Beth and David agreed to watch the other belly fruit (Emerald and Gabriel) while Michael took me to the diagnostic ultrasound with the specialist, so we were very fortunate to not have to take them with us. Believe it or not, toddlers do not do well in doctor's offices, especially if there is a wait.
And boy, was there a wait this time =/
When my nurse originally set up the appointment, she made it for Wednesday. Michael had to switch his days off every week from Wednesday to Tuesday earlier this year, however, because my primary and the children's pediatrician only see patients on Tuesdays and Thursdays. So, he wouldn't be able to help me get to the appointment if I left it on Wednesday and would miss getting to see the 3-D ultrasound and hearing the gender.
At the end of March, I called and talked to the nurse, explained my predicament, and rescheduled the appointment so that Mike would be able to make it.
Day of, we arrive early at the office with my paperwork all ready clearly filled out, and the obviously very new nurse at the desk tells me that my appointment change was never written down. We had a choice--we could either keep the standing appointment on Wednesday (which Michael would have to miss) or we could wait and be seen between patients that had appointments. With the latter option, we were told to expect about a two hour wait.
Needless to say, Michael was livid. Through no fault of our own, we had lost an appointment and were having to suffer for it.
I was more sad than anything else, and in pain. Earlier, I had taken a shower while the kids were watching a cartoon, and thinking I had heard something, I crawled out of the shower to check on them. Slipping on a towel that had been laid on the floor, I lost my footing and flailed desperately trying to avoid a fall. The ensuing struggle caused the shower curtain to come crashing down on top of me, but I managed to maintain my upright position. Since that incident, I had been very sore and having stabbing pains in my pelvis.
Needless to say, we decided to wait, but of course, it was worth it.
The entire appointment plus wait was a little over two hours. We got to see all the anatomy, plus get a neat 3-D visualization of the baby's face. He was trying very hard to get that thumb in his mouth and failing horribly. As it is, the baby is sitting resolutely in the breech position, with his little legs in my pelvis. The umbilical cord is healthy, as are the four valves of his beating heart; we saw the brain and kidneys, bladder, and several of the bones. Everything looks pretty good, but we do have to go back at 22 weeks to check again because of the high-risk pregnancy thing.
At first, it looked like we would miss getting to see the gender--sonograms cannot see through hip bone, and he was snuggled down in there with his legs crossed for all he was worth. Wouldn't even uncross them when the nurse jiggled him a bit with the sonography wand. But she gave him a few moments and came back and tried again, in case he shifted a bit--apparently his little baby peep was so hard to see because it was stuck to one of his legs, but it is definitely there!
Next post is an announcement of the name, plus a little back story behind it!
~Andie!~
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