The Resolution Of All The Fruitless Searches

by Leslie

Dave and I had to switch our medical insurance all around since we moved back in September and it wasn’t an easy transition. It was January before all the kinks were ironed out and we received the correct insurance cards for the correct network and all that hoo ha junk. Given all of that, I had yet to establish myself with an Obstetrician/Gynecologist. After the positive pregnancy test, we pulled out the directory of OB/GYN’s serving our corner of the cornfield in Ohio and it didn’t look good.

I prefer a female doctor for my female parts, but the nearest one was a man 26 miles away. He only had office hours on Thursdays and couldn’t see me for a few weeks, so we kept looking. The next nearest one was a woman, but she was no longer delivering babies. After an anxiety attack, lots of foot stomping, many tears and even more phone calls, we found someone. She was only 48 short miles away! It would only take one hour and seventeen minutes to get there! Yahoo! Jackpot!

Actually, it was the jackpot.

Yesterday, I visited my brand new goddess of an Obstetrician who I would marry if I weren’t already committed to Dave. She’s incredible. She was kind, attentive, encouraging and supportive. She wanted to know what I thought and what I wanted. She had options - she gave me options! I never knew I had so many choices before! She asked about my expectations, hopes and fears. It was kind of like a first date, especially considering the fact that I bought new underwear for her, even though it wasn’t likely she’d see them, but just in case. And after my pelvic exam, she left a little packet of disposable wipes so I could clean up. No doctor had ever done that before! The only thing missing was a note - These are for you, my darling. Love, The Doctor - but I understood the sentiment without it. She cared about me. It was such an amazing and refreshing experience after going to the Anti-Family Doctor of Doom I had back in West Virginia.

The most important thing my new love doctor did was confirm that I am ~~knocked up~~ with child. My due date is November 26th. I am 4 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Right now, Baby Grimmett is about a quarter of an inch in size and while the eyes, nose and external ears are not yet visible, there is a heartbeat.

A heartbeat.

Writing that just made me cry.

I also cried when I clicked on the “Obstetrics” link for my doctor’s web page. The song “I’m Into Something Good” by Herman’s Hermits made me well up with tears earlier today. And I cried when I told my mother I had a banana for breakfast. I am on a hormone-fueled roller coaster ride that is traveling faster than a speeding husband sent to get ice cream at the IGA. As crazy as it all is right now, there’s still no ride I’d rather be on, because at the end, you get a baby. And we all really want one of those around here.

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Comments

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petite mommy on March 22, 2007 4:32 pm
Strangely, I seriously prefer a male ob/gyn and both of mine have been male and another strange thing, AGAIN, is that I had both of my kids in different hospitals and cities YET my ob/gyn’s were best friends. Did that make sense?

Anyway, I wrote a post about this quite some time ago but I dont remember when…
Karly on March 22, 2007 4:53 pm
“As crazy as it all is right now, there’s still no ride I’d rather be on, because at the end, you get a baby. And we all really want one of those around here.” That’s beautiful. And, I’m so happy for you guys.
Faith on March 22, 2007 7:48 pm
Sounds like you found the perfect doctor!

I’m so happy that you’re so happy over being pregnant. I consider you and Dave definitely blogging friends and I’m still convinced we may have been BFF in a previous life. So it’s just like one of my friends are pregnant! One of the girls at work is trying to get pregnant right now and I smiled cause it reminded me that you were.

I know, I’m all silly sometimes.
Daddy Forever on March 22, 2007 9:57 pm
Sounds like you live far away from any city. 48 miles is a long way, but it’s worth of it if the doctor is as good as your doctor. We had a bad doctor once and my wife and I both did not like her.
Joshua Xalpharis on March 22, 2007 11:15 pm
Apparently the doctor that delivered my charming ass was somewhat of a comedian…

He ate M&Ms during the delivery, took a shot of blood to the eyes, and asked my father if he wanted a.. ‘few extra stitches’ after the delivery. To be honest, I would be a better person without that knowledge.

I had to share it, and hope that scarring others will invoke my sadism and help my tortured soul.

It is good to hear that you are happy with your new doctor. She sounds amazing. I’ll get her number if I ever develop female reproductive organs and a new-found willingness to visit doctors. Love the wet-naps.
Ruth on March 23, 2007 8:48 am
Having a good dr. is so important. I am glad yopu found one, even though it is quite a drive. You are due about a month after me, that is pretty neat. I am so happy for you guys.
Tuesday on March 23, 2007 3:12 pm
Congratulations!
Toni on March 23, 2007 11:24 pm
I am so happy that you found a good doctor. It almost sounds as if she might have been a midwife in a previous life.

“And I cried when I told my mother I had a banana for breakfast.” Makes me remember my pregnancies. For the first 3 months I couldn’t go anywhere without a box of tissues.

Be sure to share if you start having any strange cravings.