Early on I was impressed by the compassion and time that the various OB's and midwives took with me. Having never been pregnant before they really met the expectations or lack there of that I had. As I've been cycling through the providers in the practice my non-existant expectations suddenly became very high and then in two different vists were shattered.
Pregnancy is a weird thing. You go from knowing your pregnant but not really because you're not showing yet to all of a sudden feeling very pregnant and the growth on your front side being the focus of EVERYONE's attention. The same is true with my progression at the OB. You go from nonchalant visits to all of a sudden, HOLY CRAP you've gained 10 pounds in 4 weeks and that will increase your chances of a c-section and OH MY you'll probably be in pain so you'll definitly want to consent to an epidural that, by the way, you could DIE from.
What ever happened to treating pregnant women as cherished vessels and not contributing to their already poor body image most likely damaged by images of malnutritioned models?
I want to be a cherished vessel. Don't tell me I've gained too much weight! Do you think I haven't seen my arse growing in the mirror? Do you really think that I think I should have eaten that entire package of cashew nougat archway cookies over christmas? I'm pregnant and I get hungry. So please, medical people... Get off my arse. Be nice to me. Let me eat. Answer my questions without judgement and for the love of pete don't tell me about pain.
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Oh my sweet sister :-) How I luv those rants! I totally agree with you though - Doctors need to give you the unbiased advice that they are paid for - and paid quite well for and quit with the judgement. YOU'VE GOT TO FEED THAT BABY!
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