RoyalMom

The nurse practitioner I saw, instead of the doctor, was chalk full of personality (not). She barely made eye contact, ran through the lab work...abnormal pap (great), anemic (what's new?), than failed an attempt to find the heartbeat, the only thing I cared about, really. Since I have bad experience with not finding a heartbeat, I was not taking it as lightly as the NP. Road rage was welling inside, as she declared it was no big deal and said she'll see me in four weeks.

I didn't say a word as I raced out the door, to unleash all of my fears to Jason over the cell phone.

When I got home I snapped at Jason, then at the kids and went to bed. But the next day, still certain the baby was dead, I realized it wasn't fair to feel slighted by the NP, when I didn't communicate my concern very well and she did not know my history.

I called them back, expressed my fears, and they had me come back in. The heartbeat was found and all is good again.

October 27th will be the ultrasound, when we can make sure the organs are not growing on the outside, a brain is present, and the spine is not poking out the bottom. Is it being a nurse or being a mother that makes me so paranoid?