This week saw Russell the Brussell hit the 16 week mark and the obligatory hospital appointments.
Wednesday afternoon was the consultant appointment at the hospital. My appointment was at 2:30 and we finally got seen at 3:25. It’s no fun when trying to keep a 14 month old entertained with very limited toys in quite a crowded waiting room.
I wouldn’t have minded waiting if the appointment had been of any use. When E was born, I had the most lovely consultant. He would always take the time to listen to what I had to say and would always give advice or comments, even if he thought I was being daft.
I saw a registrar today, as sadly Mr R has now retired so I am under a different consultant. She was useless. She didn’t listen and I had some genuine questions to ask. All she was interested in was my high BMI and the risks that posed and the fact that E was small for gestational age (she was 7lb 3oz). She didn’t have a clue about me, hadn’t read the notes from my last birth and just presumed things were difficult because I am ‘bigger’. With any luck shall see someone else next time.
Thursday saw my 16 week Midwife appointment which was much better. Hearing RtB’s heartbeat and it being so strong is just a wonderful feeling. All was good with BP etc and she set my mind at rest with the sickness and the pain that I’ve been getting.
Can’t believe it’s only 3.5 weeks until we are half way through. RtB will be here before we know it.