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...
My husband played for a charity golf tournament this weekend. What came along with this adventure was a ridiculous beard. He decided that for this tournament, he needed a wicked handlebar mustache. Why, do you ask? I wish I had an answer. So, beginning with Thursday this week, he began systematically shaving down the full, bushy beard that he had been working on for weeks. First, there was the Chester Arthur: Then, there was the fu-manchu: Finally, he trimmed everything else down, and we were left with the handlebar... Doesn't it look like a fake? Like he went to Foy's and got a costume facial hair kit? It's almost too good to be true! The 'stache has since gone... maybe it will come and visit again one day. Also... I'm trying to get him to send the other pictures he took of the process... of course I will post such nuggets of joy upon receipt.
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