I hate my OB (Never melts (meef)) by jen

I guess doctors and other so-called "professionals" are not immune to the daily juvenile behavior that keeps all of us gossip-hounds amused on a day to day basis. The long story of it is that I left a practice while I was 20-something weeks pregnant with D, and unknowingly stepped into a snake pit when I joined another practice, not knowing that the founder of that practice used to work with my dr and had a falling-out with him. My old dr's staff treated me so badly as a result of that that I can never go back if I ever changed my mind.

I was very happy at this new place while I was pregnant with D. It seemed to fix all the problems I had with the first place. My dr was always happy to see me, remembered my name, my daughter's name, what we talked about last week. He actually sat down and chatted with me for a few mins and was personable and friendly.

I guess I'm asking too much here.

I never went back for my 6w checkup, and later found out the 2 drs (non-founding member) that I enjoyed seeing had left the practice because they both moved their families elsewhere. I also found out after I got pregnant, that there were 2 new drs, and the original dr was consorting with the old dr I left once again. So now they're running two practices but both of their names are on both, and my dr now has office hours in this other guy's practice.

This irritates me greatly. And as I've come to see, the old dr's influence is all over this damn practice. No more casual outfits and fun chatty drs. no more chats, caring, or result sharing. Now when I ask for results I get a cold demeanor and "it was normal, no need to worry about it." Guess what, fucko.. I want the numbers.

I don't know why I've been bumbling along like this. I guess it wasn't bad, my regular dr is nice to me even though he's a two timing bastard. One of the other drs is pretty decent too. But it's the third one that I take issue with, and we all know who's going to be on call when I go, right? This guy is like a frat boy with a stethoscope. He's totally hard to get an appt with, and I KNOW it's because lots of pregnant woman think he's cute and "dreamy" and such. (insert rolling-eyes projectile-barfing emoticon here)

So my appointment last night was a total bust and I left feeling really bitchy. I walked in, no sitting down, went right to the back and got weighed and had my blood pressure taken, did all the usual. Got led to an exam room. Dr. Frat Boy came in 10 seconds later, practically shoves me backwards on the table and tells me we're going to listen to the heartbeat now. No "hello, how are you doing?" just straight to business. He listens to the heartbeat for 2 seconds, never making eye contact with me. Then he threw a wad of tissues at me, walked out of the room, and said "come back next week" as he was walking away.

W.

T.

F.

???

So now I'm laying there like an upended turtle and I have no idea where the goop is, not that i can see under my belly from this angle, mind you. So I threw the tissues on the floor and just pulled my pants up over it. Whatever, it's just water-based gel I don't know why everyone is so afraid of it. As I walked down the hallway he was in the office chatting on the phone and just stared at me as I walked by. No "goodnight!" or anything.

And I was back at the desk making my appointment before the nurse was even back to sitting down from leading me to the exam room.

So I never got to hear about my GBS results, or the results of my ultrasound. I don't know how I'm going to handle that, I guess I could have/should have said something right then but I didn't have my thoughts collected, I was still in shock. And I think I get to know everything that was on that ultrasound.

Next week my appt is with the other dr, hopefully it goes well and I get what I want. And I'm pretty sure the owner should know how things went down, but I'm not sure how to bring it up.

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To end on a happy note: Amusing Kid Anecdote:

Yesterday afternoon we were out on the front porch. There's a car, and another little ride-on toy out there and they like to ride them back and forth across the porch. The porch is narrow, so it's one in front of the other, and all the chairs have to be sideways. I've gotten used to this, I guess. So I'm sitting in the chair, and L comes by in her car, D following her in the girly care bear car. She stops short, he rams her from behind and starts flipping out and screaming at her "GO! GO!" and she turns around and says "D, no. We dont' do that." And D starts howling and screeching and intentionally ramming her from behind with his car.

She then turns around again and informs him "we can't go. We hafta wait for da light to change." Posted in: aka , cranky , doctor , kidsquotes , preg