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The OBGYN journey

I didn't have an OBGYN set up when I needed to go in for my first exam. I didn't really think about needing a separate doctor for that type of of thing, so I went to my family doctor.
It was exceedingly awkward. The nurse stayed in the room per my request and I ended up kicking the doc (not on purpose) when I went to "dismount".
My mom suggested the next year that I see the OBGYN she had been seeing for years. I made an appointment and actually saw her for several years. I don't really remember what she said to me when I asked to be put on birth control. It had a lot to do with responsibility. My mom loved this doc, but even after I was married, she still talked to me like I was a kid. (I was only 23 when I got married, but still)
Matt and I started talking about kids after we had been married for a year and a half or a so. I didn't want mom's OBGYN to deliver my baby, so I started asking some girlfriends at work. One office that got a good recommendation was Oak Creek.
I went to Oak Creek when I conceived the first time. I called immediately and they told me I didn't need to come in until I was 10 weeks along, so I made the appointment and they sent me a packet to fill out and mail back in at least a week before.
About 5 days later, I started spotting. I called the office and they told me to come in for an ultrasound. The tech was nice enough. She said she didn't see a sac or fetal pole, but it could just be that I ovulated late. They drew some blood and I left.
The next day I was out at lunch with a few girlfriends when I got the call back. The nurse said my blood results are back, she told me my blood type, and that I had miscarried. I said "excuse me!? " She said that my chart said that I had already been informed.
I made an appointment to see the registered nurse that I had been seeing, she apologized profusely. I really liked the girl I saw, but everyone else was horrible.
About a month later, I got a nasty voicemail from one of the office staff saying they had not received my completed packet and if it did not come in the mail the next day, I would have to reschedule my 10 week appointment. Really!? I called back and got the same girl. I told her that I had miscarried and I did not appreciate the nasty voicemail. She said, "yeah, I read your chart. Sorry. " She didn't at all sound sorry.
Two months later, I felt like I had a UTI. Up until this point, I had gotten them routinely, about once every 3 months or so. I had also gotten the same symptoms without the infection a week before I got a positive pregnancy test the last time, so I was excited! I went into the OBGYN office to see if it was an infection. They couldn't use the quick test strips since I was taking Cystex, so they took a sample and told me they'd call me in the morning.
2 days later, I still had not received a call. I called the office and they told me they had no record of any test being run. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but who loses pee? Seriously!
They called in a script for some antibiotics, but 2 days later, the symptoms were gone and I had a positive pregnancy test, just like before. I called to make a 10 week appointment again, and the nurse at Oak Creek called me an idiot for not finishing the antibiotics. I told her it was never confirmed that I had an infection in the first to place.
Needless to say, I went "shopping" for a new office.
I made an appointment with Dr. Balakrishnan at Dayton OBGYN after almost everyone that I asked recommended the office. My experience was awesome, and I totally lucked out because she was on call when JP was born!
I went in to see Dr B about 3 months after having JP, and she told me she was moving to California. I was completely bummed, bust still stayed at the same office, and saw Dr. Imbody from then on. He's great, and he was on call when Z was born, tho he was not present...

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