Last week we got to see our baby again! I was 21 weeks along, so they took all the baby’s measurements. The technician assured me once again that he’s a boy! We are still just so excited about that! All of his measurements were exactly right on target, and so far he looks completely healthy–yea!
It seems, however, that there always has to be an item of concern. Right now the placenta is too close to the cervix. The doctor said it’s not enough to be considered previa, but that they will need to keep an eye on it. The good news is that I will get another sonogram next time. I always love to see my baby! She said that the placenta usually moves up, and she seemed very confident that it will do so. Worst case scenario, if it doesn’t move up, we would be going through a C-section. I know so many people go through this all the time without complications, but we are praying for a natural delivery!
After my sonogram I was sent back to the waiting room to wait for my doctor’s appointment. The doctor was running late, and the lady next to me was having a fit. Her appointment was actually scheduled after mine. She went on and on about how her time was valuable and that if they didn’t get her in she was leaving and never coming back. She had two children with her, ages about 10 and 12, who were playing happily on their ipods. “Well, at least your kids are happy,” I said as my youngest two were running crazily around the office.
“They’d be happier somewhere else!” she snapped. Truth be told, I was getting impatient myself. Actually, though, watching and listening to this woman helped me to be more patient! When I saw what my similar thoughts looked like when verbalized and acted out, I repented. It all sounded so self-centered. Even waiting at the doctor’s office is not all about me. I thought about how not too long ago I sat in one of the doctor’s rooms crying with the news that my baby had no heart beat. My doctor spent all the time with me that I needed, caring and explaining. She didn’t rush out to keep her schedule.
The angry lady lit into the receptionist and then the nurse before she stomped out. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. She gave up the care from a wonderful doctor in her selfish little tantrum. I wondered how often I do the very same thing, maybe not at the doctor’s office but with my husband and children, in my selfish impatience wreck what could have been a wonderful time–too often to count I’m afraid!