Tuesday, 23 December 2008

The Medical Profession

I'm all right as long as I don't have to deal with the medical profession. In the doctor's surgery a cheery lady on the reception desk said, 'Congratulations? When is the baby due?' I walked out of there in tears. Then a midwife from the local maternity hospital rang me. She wanted me to go in to the hospital so that she could talk over all sorts of details about the pregnancy. What kind of tests I might want, which hospital I want to have the baby in ...... She was pleasant and she was just doing her job but I told her that I'd ring back ..... And I haven't rung back and I'm not going to. I really don't need any of that stuff. I also got sent a cheery little booklet covered in photographs of smiling mothers and babies. It had a helpful little calendar to tell you what you should expect at what time. That went straight in the recycling. It's not that I'm negative about this but I'm just not thinking beyond tomorrow. When I get to eight weeks, I'll go and find out if there's a heart beat. Until then I'm not dealing with the medical profession. And anyway it is just before Christmas. Christmas is quite hard enough without a visit to a maternity hospital.


Z said...


I hope today goes well. And that will be quite enough to think about for now.

Tash said...

I'd actually like to take a poll sometime and find out how many women go home and dump that worrisome shit right in the bin. I bet it's higher than you might think.

I'd do the same. One milestone at a time.

Karin said...

They couldn't print anything in those brochures that you don't already know. And then some.

Each day as it comes. (((((((Hugs))))))