My annoyance relating to Tater's birth is getting worse. So I shall share it with you! My memories are a little fuzzy on account of in labor and not sleeping for a week- now with bonus jackhammer!- but I'm still pissed at:
1) The nurse and my already-least-favorite midwife having a spat in front of me. A little professionalism? Anyone? Anyone.
2) After the birth, the nurse wouldn't take my IV out. In fact, she turned the Pitocin way the hell up. I asked five times, and Dr. S asked twice, and she didn't. There was no medical indication (although, to be fair, the postpartum bleeding was greatly reduced). I'm still pissed.
2a) And the midwife totally abandoned me.
3) At my follow-up appointment I got a new, wet-ink-on-license midwife. Maybe 25. Unmarried, no kids. So condescending. Did I know that I should get 30 minutes of exercise a day? And then maybe I would lose weight? Of course! I had NO IDEA! All I needed was someone to tell me that! The two small children currently a) wrecking the exam room and b) screaming on the floor- have nothing to do with it. THANKS!!
She also needs to look up what NORMAL and COMMON mean, and write a 500-word summary.
On a scale of 1 to Horrific, I know these are really minor. But you know what? I STILL DON'T LIKE IT. It's my blog and I'll whine if I want to.
And I was really fortunate for Bug's birth to be at a birth center with wonderful midwives, because they did not do a single solitary thing to which I objected. I objected quite strongly to the TERROR, and the asshole ER doc, but that was hardly the midwives' fault.
Okay, I feel better now.