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How NOT To Treat A Pregnant Patient…

Posted in Emotions, Pregnant, Shitty OBGYN, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 18, 2012 by Me

So, I just had my first visit with my OB, Dr. Wrightson (I saw his RNP, Sarah before, and she was fabulous!!). I am now looking for a new OB because in the brief 12-week visit, I berrated and told:

  1. I am fat and should be LOSING weight, not gaining it. Yes, I’m overweight (292 at 5’10” with a large frame). I have gained a total of 2lbs so far (12w2d). My Perinatal Specialist says that she’d like to see me gain a total 15-20lbs. Dr. Wrightson vehemently disaggreed. He also told me that I should have been exercising all along, because “exercise has no bearing on a high-risk pregnancy”. I’m 42 and my BP and Blood Sugar are both low-normal.
  2. Because Medicaid will pay for OTC meds with a prescription, I asked if he would write me a script for my prenatals and two other OTCs that I take. He informed me “just because Medicade WILL pay for something, doesn’t mean that they SHOULD pay for it, ” and told me that we should just be paying out of pocket for OTC stuff. He then refused to write a script for anything but the prenatals.
  3. When I told him that we are both currently unemployed (my husband is an out-of-work teacher) and that every littly bit helps, he pointed out that we are having a baby. When I told him that there wasn’t much that can be done about it now, he said, “Well there WAS something that COULD have been done about it.” Insinuating what? That we should have had an abortion!? I told him that that wasn’t an option, and he rolled his eyes at me (and apparently mumbled something under his breath, which I didn’t hear, but my husband did).
  4. I had the normal bloodwork done at my last visit, but he didn’t bother to go over any of it with me, instead he simply handed me my chart and walked out of the room. Luckily, I know a little bit about medical tests, so I was able to puruse my lab results and find out that I’m not a CF carrier, and the I have no Rubella immunity (which I already knew). Oh, and I’m Rh+ which would have been nice to know. If i would have been thinking more clearly, I would have just walked out of the office with the chart.

Needless to say I was horrified, and terribly upset. My husband desperately wanted to hit the guy. Knowing absolutely nothing about us or our circumstances, this man did nothing but judge us harshly and obviously find us unworthy to be parents.

The really strange thing about all of this is that he came to me highly recommended! If you look at his online reviews, they say things like “caring”, “patient”, “kind”, “wonderful human being”. It makes me feel like I must be some sort of troll for such a man to dislike me so much! Apparently he’s a great doctor if you’re not fat and poor. *eyeroll* Even if he was having a bad day, it really doesn’t excuse the way he treated me. I left there feeling like he would rather something happen to my baby, than have it raised by a fat, poor, old mother.

Stan has been on the phone with Dr. Vo’s office (my Perinatal Dr.) and they are horrified as well. Her nurse is checking to see if Dr. Vo will take me on as a regular labor and delivery patient, or if she can recommend someone who will treat me with more compassion, and possibly like a human being…

The plan at this point is to write a letter to send to the hospital board, the program that referred me to him, and to him.

Excellent News!

Posted in Pregnant with tags , , on May 25, 2012 by Me

My medical coverage and our foodstamps have been approved! There are a few more papers to push, but I should be able to get my first ultrasound in the next two weeks 🙂

8 weeks 3 days

Posted in Pregnant with tags , , , on May 22, 2012 by Me

So the wonderful people at UMC set me up with an OBGYN who will see me free of charge for 90-days with my pending medicaid 🙂

Further synchronicity happened later on the same day as my meeting at UMC. I went into work to do a prenatal massage for a woman who is exactly two months ahead of me. During the massage she gushed about how wonderful her doctor and his RNP are, and how he has taken care of her for all four of her pregnancies. At the end of the session, she gave me his card. Yep, you guessed it. It’s the same doctor that I already had the appointment with! This really gave me some peace of mind with just having a doctor randomly assigned to me.

Had my first prenatal appointment yesterday. Things went well– they set up my referral for the perinatal doctor, who will be supervising my prenatal care. I will be seeing both doctors, starting soon. I’m hoping that I can get in with the specialist by week 10, to get the Down’s Syndrome screening done. I wasn’t able to see the baby at the appointment, as their ultrasound equipment was down, and I won’t be able to get my first ultrasound until my medicaid comes through (unless we can come up with $150 that will be reimbursed after delivery). I did find a place that will do a basic 2D ultrasound to see the heartbeat for $25, so we might just do that. The RNP seemed to think that the specialist might do the ultrasound and bill us for it, so it can be picked up by the medicaid coverage once it goes through. The good news is that we are on day 22 of the application, so it should be approved in the next 23 days…

Blood pressure was awesome (107/71) and apparently my urine was ok, since they didn’t set me up for the glucose challenge test. They did take 10 vials of blood (the phlebotomist got me on the first stick and it didn’t hurt!), so it’ll be interesting to see what all comes back. They are testing my thyroid because it has gotten smaller since I’ve been pregnant. Apparently my body likes being pregnant ok, LOL!

The cramping has pretty much receded, to be replaced by some moderate nausea in the mornings and evenings. Food is definitely not always my friend. The cravings for beef continue (it’s pretty much the only protein that I want), and my blood was nice and dark when they drew it yesterday.

I can’t believe I’m two months in already… mentally, I’m doing better. Having people say, “Congratulations!” doesn’t make me squirm as much, so that’s good, right? I’m still completely freaked out and overwhelmed when they push breast feeding at the WIC office.

Financially, things are about to get even more interesting– since S. is a substitute teacher, he will be done with regular work in the next few weeks, and he hasn’t found anything for the summer so far.  The stress is pretty overwhelming at times.

Wonderful News (I hope)!

Posted in Pregnant with tags , , , , , on May 15, 2012 by Me

Today someone S. works with suggested that we contact the local University Hospital for help with everything. I did some looking online, and discovered that they have a free program where they basically will do case management and advocate for me to help with all of these damn applications. Additionally, I’ll get to see a doctor right away while my application for medicaid is pending! This is all fabulous news, as I was concerned that at the current rate, I might make it in to see a doctor when it’s time to deliver…

In the ongoing Saga of the Welfare Application, I faxed 14 items to the caseworker there, which hopefully will complete our file, but I’m not holding my breath. She is having a really hard time comprehending that I was NOT employed by the last spa that I worked at, and that as such, I did not make an hourly rate, they do not have records of my average scheduled hours, and I’m not eligible for unemployment. She sent me a form for them to fill out, and they’re not much interested in completing it since, well, I’m not there anymore, and I was NEVER AN EMPLOYEE. I wrote the caseworker a nice letter, where I attempted to explain everything in small words, so I’m hoping she gets it. The thing that really sucks is that I can’t call her. She is based out of an office in upstate NV, and works from home, so in order to get in touch with her, I have to either call and leave a message with the office, then they get the message to her, or I have to fax her a letter. Either way, I have to just hope that she gets the message and calls me back soon. It’s somewhat less than optimal.

So, seven weeks on Wed. Wow. And possibly even prenatal care in the next couple of weeks. This is very comforting.