One of the things I really miss about California (actually, there’s more that I miss than I thought surprisingly, but that’s a post for another day) is our OB. When we left her care, I was actually kind of heartbroken. You spend 9+ months with a doctor, and, for me, knowing that, I wouldn’t be back, even for the annaul bits check, was kind of a bummer (the whole not being back part, not the bits check. Anyone who finds that fun is a little weird).
We were very fortunate. We had a great relationship with our OB. She saw us through infertility treatments (and we should have listened to her the first time she recommended Dr. Pompy), surgery, a miscarriage, and finally pregnancy. One of the things I loved about the practice was that I didn’t have to rotate doctors. After our initial appointment with her, we never saw anyone else in the practice except for the nurse/midwife when my OB decided that my 37th week was a great time to go to club med (you are SO LUCKY I didn’t give birth!). Overall, I had a really great experience and I couldn’t imagine anyone else delivering my child.
And now, given the fact that they’re about 3,000 miles away, I kind of had no choice but to find a new practice with Fetus 2.0. Believe me, I seriously contemplated temporarily moving there just so I could go back to the practice. But, we’re not really rich or anything, so that idea was immediately vetoed.
I ended up going to a practice that isn’t far from my house, and is affiliated with the posh, non-shitty hospital in the area, which is nice, because the alternative is a dirty, people check in but they don’t check out kind of hospital. However, the practice leaves a lot to be desired. For one, I’m basically forced via a chicken wing to see every doctor in the practice, which bugs the shit out of me. I see a doctor that barely knows me for five minutes a month (I don’t think I ever had anything less than a 30 minute appointment with my old OB). There’s no personal experience and I wait in the waiting room longer than my actual appointment. I’m having a repeat c-section, so I see no need to be forced to see all the doctors.
And it’s very disappointing to me, because every pregnancy and birth should be a special time. Unless of course you’ve had like, 18 kids, at which point, Jesus, let someone else have a turn already.