Yesterday I had an appointment scheduled with the consultant. Mike took the day off work so that he could stay home with the children and I could go alone.
The kids always love it when dad is home. He does cool stuff like taking them to the park and library and baking…
Mum just nags them to clean their rooms, change their underwear and do their work. No contest really.
I went along to my appointment alone and in peace. I do like seeing the ladies at the ante natal clinic. Having been going there for my appointments pretty much annually since 2003, we’ve got to know quite a few of them. They are always so sweet and so quick at praising the children for behaving so quietly in the waiting room. Praise works well because the kids strive to act nicely every time we visit. Because they are always so lovely I took them in a box of chocolates as a thank you. They make us happy so I thought it would be nice to do something small for them. As I was chatting to one of the receptionists there was a midwife with half of her face covered by her hand. I looked at her, looked again and realised that she was meant to have retired last year. Turned out she retired for a whole 4 days then came back!
She also remembered me and got very excited when the receptionist told her we were expecting twins this time around. The midwife, an Irish lady who was one of fourteen was thrilled! I love reactions like that! “I’m going to knit something for the twins!” she said excitedly. Oh yes please!
My appointment was at 2.15pm and I having never been seen on time before I didn’t hold out much hope this time around. I was called in five minutes early. Well, that was a welcome first!
The doctor I saw worked on my consultant’s team and she was lovely.
“We had a look through your notes,” she said laughing.
“I’m a nightmare for you, aren’t I?”
“No!” she replied, “We’re all highly excited about you!”
Well, isn’t today a day of firsts?!
It’s obviously not an every day occurrence for women to be visiting the clinic with their tenth pregnancy, let alone a tenth pregnancy where twins are expected.
She told me that they normally aim to get twin pregnancies to 38 weeks but given my c-section history plus the fact that you never can tell what’s going to happen in a multiple pregnancy they will be reviewing the situation constantly and deciding nearer the time as to what action needs to be taken, if any. Fair enough answer. I just wanted to know the longest I’d possibly be pregnant for and they will not let me past 38 weeks it is which would be 29th October.
She told me that I would be seeing the consultant or one of the team after every scan I had to have where they would discuss any findings or concerns. My next scan, an anomaly, is due on 7th July so my next appointment with the team has been made for the 12th. This is the one where we hope either placenta hasn’t attached onto my caesarean scar as that would not be good, so fingers crossed and lots of prayers for that not to be the case.
I mentioned to her the tightenings I had been experiencing and she said that yes, it was early to be getting them so soon in the pregnancy. She made a note of it in my records and told me that I’m to stop what I’m doing if they start and to rest until they stop. If they don’t stop or are accompanied by bleeding or discharge or anything else out of the ordinary I’m to go straight over for monitoring.
Finally, she listened to the heartbeats. Two strong, healthy heartbeats. Twin two is lying in the middle of my tummy, to the left of my belly button. Twin one is lying further down and on the right. At seventeen weeks I am measuring the equivalent of a 24 week singleton pregnancy. I still can’t believe how lucky we are to be experiencing this and it still feels so surreal.
So I’m a little more reassured and a lot happier to have talked to someone that could give me actual answers to my questions. The day was going well until I got a text a couple of hours later from Stephanie to say my mum had text her to say that she and my dad were in hospital after being attacked by someone in their town. A few frantic phone calls later and I managed to get hold of dad who told me that someone on a bike started the “What are you looking at?” confrontation with my dad, a 65 year old man walking down the road waiting for his 60 year old wife following. The guy demanded respect from my dad because he had a mental breakdown. Dad and mum were trying to placate him and reassure him that nobody was staring at him when the guy who was holding something in his hand pushed my mum over so hard she flew off her feet landing on the ground unable to get up. Then he started hitting and punching my dad and thankfully, a large Polish man came to the rescue and pulled him off. Dad said it was just in time as he felt his heart pounding (he had a heart attack a couple of years ago resulting in them putting a stent in). Other people came out of the shops having called the police. My mum has a fractured elbow and dad had a cut to his ear caused by “some sharp instrument” – a knife, razor, who knows?
I’m thankful they are ok but so angry at the state of the world today. After a day of seeing how lovely, kind and sweet human nature can be to this.
What a world.
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