Taken hostage

Saturday baby girl didn’t move until the late afternoon. I had started to get emotional and stressed about it but suddenly she started moving like crazy.

Sunday she seemed fine too so I thought that’s great. She’s getting back to herself I hope.

Today I phoned up the hospital to inquire about my growth scan as per the doctors instruction on Friday. The first lady I spoke to in Gynae & Antenatal was rude as anything. She said I would not have been told to call up, I would be receiving a letter. Twice I told her WHY that makes no sense given the fact I was in hospital as an emergency visit on Friday and that was what I was explicitly told. In the end she just forwarded my call to the ultrasound desk. The lady there was much friendlier. She said there was a note about me and she said she’d book me in today. So she did. For 1pm.

Mom and I went to nan’s for lunch then we set off to the hospital for the scan. We arrived 15 minutes early but when I went to reception to check in they told me they weren’t ready for the afternoon clinics so I was told to sit down and when they were ready they’d take my maternity book and check me in. At 1:15pm, half hour after we arrived, the lady said we could check in. So I gave my book in and sat back down. At 2pm I’d had enough waiting so I went up to reception to see just how “far behind” on the schedule they were and the receptionist said they were a little behind but I’d be called soon. As soon as I sat down I was called so in we went. The sonographer lady was like “you’re late, I’ve been waiting for you since 1”. I was gobsmacked. I replied that we had been here since 12:45 and the receptionist had told us we couldn’t check in till the clinic was ready but that we’d been checked in since 1:15. I couldn’t believe how rude she was.

She did the growth scan and said baby appears to be growing just fine so I was like that’s great. I got up to leave and she tells me I’m suppose to take my scan notes up to DAU to be assessed. I asked why? And explained that I hadn’t been to DAU, I had been in the labour ward on Friday. She said that’s where I need to go then. It was almost 2:30 by then. So I said to mom lets go up so we go up and the lady on the reception has no clue what’s going on. She phones around and speaks to a few people but still no one knows why I’ve been sent up there. She tells me to sit and wait whilst she figures it out. By the time it’s past 3pm she finally comes over and says that I’m required to have another round of monitoring and trace but it’ll be a while as they’re busy so I’m just to wait. I had had 4 hours sleep the night before, was starving and overall cranky. Mom had work at 6 so she needed to leave. So she left. I snuck down to the cafe for some food then I sat patiently waiting to be seen. I started reading my James Patterson book. At 5:30ish I was called in to be seen. They put the monitor on and left me for half hour. I read a bit more of my book. A midwife came in and took me off the monitor. She said the doctor wants to speak to me so when she’s free she’ll come in. So I sat and waited. At 7ish she finally came. She says she sees no reason for me to be induced (I see a reason) but would like to air on the side of caution so she has booked me in for 2 sessions of monitoring at the DAU. One is Wednesday and the other is Friday. She says if they both go well then they’ll leave me be. I’m so annoyed they aren’t taking it that seriously that I’ve had three reduced movement episodes. I was so tired and hungry again that I got my grandad to run me past McDonald’s on our way home, after he’d picked me up.

I got in, watched Emmerdale whilst eating then I got in the bath. At 9pm I watched Silent Witness and now I’m laid in bed ready to sleep.

I have my 38 week midwife check tomorrow as I was 38 weeks yesterday. I’m going to mention it all to her but I don’t expect her to have a different stance on it than the other midwives. They all seem to care less about reduce movements. They think us women are lying because as soon as the monitor is on the baby starts moving. It’s part of the reason I hate going up for it. I’ve had more episodes than the 3 I’ve actually gone up for. And the reason I didn’t go for them was because of the first time I ever went up, the midwife made me feel silly for going because I was only 27 weeks. So the next time it happened I just waited it out and prayed she was okay. Twice I had “slow movement days” before I went up at Christmas. Maybe I should mention these when I’m down the DAU next. That might make a difference. I’m just not comfy leaving her in when I feel like somethings not right. It’s getting me down to be honest, that I don’t feel like anyone is listening to me.

I’m off to sleep.

TTFN x

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