Why I switched doctors....

Sometimes in life you have to make decisions for yourself. Follow your heart, your gut. Sometimes you feel bad because you think you might hurt someone's feelings, or send them the wrong message {like they did something bad}. Life is a funny thing you know. You live and you learn. Best saying of all time. Sometimes you don't even know that something is missing... until you find it. And when you find it? You definitely don't want to let go.

I know this can apply to just about anything in life... but today, I want to talk about one thing in particular.

The day I gave birth to Elliana.

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You see, you remember that day, the birth day, for many reasons. Whether it be the pain, the tears, the unknowns, the joy, laughter, and blessings. The people who were in the room. And those that weren't. What sounds were heard, and which weren't. You remember the details. If you try. Sometimes you have to really take yourself back there.... but once you do, it all comes to you and it hits your hard.

One of the things that I remember most about that beautiful day was the doctor who admitted me, delivered me, and saw me during my stay.

Dr. G.

You see.. they were going to send me home. The nurse and the other doctor that was taking care of me. They said I wasn't in labor. They said "this wasn't the day"....

And for the second time in a week, I was going to go home still very much pregnant and not meeting my baby girl.

That is until they called Dr. G and he decided to go ahead and admit it. He knew that I was 3cm dilated, 90% effaced, and the baby's head was very low. In other words, baby is ready to pop out. He knew that I was ready. We were ready. He knew that feeling of being told "no, it's not time." He knew that all he needed was just a "reason" to write down... and if "heartbreak" could be one of them.. I'm sure he'd use it. In my case? It was high blood pressure. 

So when he came in the room and told me that it was "BABY time...." I almost... practically jumped out of the hospital bed to give me a big wet large kiss.

I restrained. But I did promise him a nice bottle of wine after the shin-dig was over... and well.. I do deliver on my promises {and that I did}.

And then I remember being admitted. And everything progressing so quickly. And before I knew it, 3.5 hours later and I am pushing. And he's rushing in. And we deliver within minutes.

And Dr. G? Well he too has a big proud smile on his face. He shook my husband's hand and gave his congrats. Checked on me everyday that I was in the hospital, and made sure to tell me each time how "proud" he was of me. And cracked jokes. And made me smile. And sat on the bed and made sure we were all doing okay.

So who is to blame me when I turned to my husband and said..."He is going to deliver our future babies."

And that was that. End of conversation.

But when it came time to making my appointment? At the office that my same OB, who was partners with Dr. G....I was stuck in a hard place.

What to do.

Do I make the appointment with Dr. H who I saw for every one of my appointments {except one} my last pregnancy. The doctor who I felt a close bond with. Who was there throughout my pregnancy. Who called me from her home when I delivered to give her congrats. Sure, she didn't deliver me... but I spent 39 weeks with her. And I wrote in her card that I couldn't wait to get pregnant again just to come see her.... so....

That would be me betraying her right? If I went to go see Dr. G instead?

But I did it. I told the nurse that I loved them both and that I would love to see both during my pregnancy. She decided to put me down for my first appointment with Dr. G. She picked.

And then I went in to see him. And we talked... forever. And we laughed, cracked jokes. He told me about his three daughters, and I told him about mine.

And in that moment... I knew. I knew that there was just something special about him. Something that my other OB was missing. Something that I had been looking for in a doctor... but just never thought I could find it.

In him? I found it.

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Sure, I might hurt my other OB's feelings. Sure, I never anticipated going this route during our pregnancy. Sure, there are no guarantees that he will deliver this baby as well... but? 

I feel safe and cared for with him. 

I'm trusting my gut, my instinct. And I couldn't be happier with my decision.


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