The Good Oil
30 August 2005, 21:16
That’s the problem when you have a blog – you write something remotely worrisome and next thing you know, you have friends and rellies breathing down the other end of the phone in a mad panic, quizzing you (actually husband) about what on earth is going on!?!? Kinki. Learns. Lesson. No rabbiting on about stuff unless she has a definitive answer. Or perhaps learn to shut mouth a bit. But definitely appreciate all the love and concern – I really am an insular, self-absorbed little shit.
After my last so-journ into minor-complication land, I am happy to report that everything is AOK. I have a borderline low-lying placenta, which can cause bleeding and means, if it doesn’t move away from the cervix before I pop the nugget, then I’d need to have a caesarean ‘cos the placenta can’t come out before said nugget. Happily, in 90% of cases, the placenta floats to the top of one’s uterus before that glorious day. Sigh.
Oh obstetrics schmetrics – there’s so much to learn and only another 5 months to do it in…
19 weeks today, oh glory be. Am even starting to show! Although my girlfriend who’s just popped out a couple of twins (ahem, just the one set) surmised I was only 12 weeks… guess that will teach me for being such a toned and terrific wonder-mama-goddess type person. Or not.
What else is news – still having pesky headaches and attempting to find a GP I actually like. I’m not Melbourne-born see, and haven’t grown up with a family doctor and good ones seem very thin on the ground. Perhaps I’m just an acute fuss-pot but every GP I’ve gone to see has either been condesending, incompetent, unpleasant, vague or just plain weird.
Luckily, I rarely go to the doctor for anything important so it’s never been an issue, but I’ve been summarily informed that I need to find one and super-quick because apparently you cannot have a child and not have a regular GP. I think it must be classified as child-cruelty or something. Schmeck…
The GP I went to last week when I needed a referral for somethingorother, launched into a diatribe within 5 minutes of me entering her office about the Birthing Centre and what a bunch of non-interventionist hippies they were and that they gave me “inappropriate” advice (in response to the midwive’s “wait and see” approach at 12 weeks to my spotting). Interestingly enough, the Doctor in Emergency (a medical practitioner and not a midwife) gave me the same advice when I first went in, but she didn’t have anything to say about that. Oh, no.
Not sure why she couldn’t keep her opinions to herself. Apparently I need a good solid education about something…
Permanent Link | - hey Kinki
congrats on everything. Good to see you blogging again.
I have a great GP. Her name is Dr Maria Radopolous. She works at the medical centre on Rathdowne st in Nth Carlton just sorta opposite La Porchetta.
I have found her really competent and calm, especially with womens issues.
She is in her late thirties with a daughter of her own. Check her out if you like.
— nicole foote Sep 1, 03:37 PM # - hey Kimbo, just had a quick read after getting back from China (where all blogs are banned of course), sounds like the exact same thing that happened to Coco when she was pregnant in China, she just lay in bed for a few weeks until the bleeding died down, then SARS hit so we got the hell out of there. It’s all good fun, don’t worry, and you think it’s tough being the woman during pregnancy, what about us poor blokes! Oh the stress! But it’s all worth it!
— nick Sep 2, 02:27 PM #
