An interruption to our invention broadcasts: This week I had my six week check up with Dr North Korea.
For those not in the loop, he won the title of Dr North Korea because of the dictatorial style he adopts in patient care, and the lack of involvement one gets in ones own health decisions. It wasn’t pleasant being his patient. He has all the empathy of a firing squad. It isn’t his fault, he’s a little aspergers-y, I’m thinking.
Anyhoo, my vijay jay passed the test, we’re healing nicely, thanks very much. Tick.
Let’s now reassess all the things he said would happen:
1. We’ll have an enormous baby on the 90th percentile
J-man was on the 25th percentile. He’s a little tacker. Good work with the ultrasound wand you bloody dill.
2. We’ll be separated at birth while he goes into days of special care for low blood sugar
He popped into special care for five minutes at a time, and had a few heel prick tests, and by 1 day old he was sorted.
3. I would have a caesarean
Natural birth, gas.
4. If I had a natural labour, my blood clot would rupture and the baby would die (his actual words)
The 60ml haematoma was re absorbed by 27 weeks, I had a natural labour, and bub was pretty happy actually
5. I’d have an induction
Nope. I told j-man when it was ok to come. He came 4 days later. Two and half weeks before the induction.
6. If I tried natural labour, I’d end up in an emergency c section
Or have a record 3.5 hr natural labour. With a bit of gas. And the jbaby arrived before the obstetrician did. Ha. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
7. We were at huge risk of pre term labour
He came at full term.
8. My gestational diabetes spelled disaster for us both, I’d be on insulin, blah blah blah
I saw dieticians and endocrinologists, I took oral meds, I watched my diet like a freakin hawk. I put on about 2.5 kg in pregnancy. I’m now 6kg below my pre pregnancy weight. Thinner than I’ve been for years. After 15 weeks bed rest.The bub was small. I rock.
9.I would never be able to breast feed (his actual words) because of gestational diabetes, PCOS and age
Ummm….my little Buddha of a boy gutses in the milk like a bloke with a yard glass of beer at his 21st. Breast milk. So ridiculously plentiful he splutters in it. And whilst sometimes I’d give anything to sleep through another freakin feed, my little butter ball is doing good on my gear. Never breastfeed my ass.
He’s lucky that doctor, that the best way to motivate me is to tell me I can’t do something, and don’t underestimate the effect of bloody minded stubbornness on us making it.
Then he had the audacity of suggesting I get pregnant by Xmas for bub number 2. This year!!!!I’ve been locked up since January, then breastfeeding & coping with a newborn since August 2, is he insane?????
What a dickhead. Well in the words of the wizard of oz, ding dong the witch is dead. We walked out of those doors and the sun seemed a little bit brighter. No more Dr North Korea. No more stupid communication style, rushed visits, scrambled responses. I am glad we stuck with him for the pregnancy, because Gumby aka Jensen made it. Against all odds. But no more.
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.