13 weeks

Yeah, I'm going backwards for a moment. I said I was going to play catch up, then I didn't exactly make time for that so here I am now.
It was a Sunday night when I had what I thought was a "red flag" for preterm labor or miscarriage. I called the nurse hot line, explained what was going on and she said she would have the doc. on call give me a ring back. He called and I proceeded to tell him as well when he interrupted me and told me I had been given wrong information (by my Peri), he had never heard of such a thing and that there is really no need for me to go into the hospital. He further insulted me by asking if I was sure that I didn't urinate in my pants! Needless to say, I was MAD!! I hung up the phone and cried my head off like a little kid. I felt like I had been scolded by my mean step-dad. Now you are probably wondering, what? What is she talking about? Well it's kind of embarrassing and I'll spare you the details, I'm sure those of you who've been pregnant will put it all together. The point of me going back and writing this is to keep in my memory the scare we had and that everything turned out alright.
So, because he was a huge jerk I went in to the hospital anyway AND I went to L&D where he told me I was NOT welcome until after week 20. When I approached the desk, I told the nurse my problem and she said, "Didn't you talk to Dr. G on the phone?" I said "Yes I did and I know he told me that if I absolutely thought it was necessary I should go to the ER, but the reason I'm here is because I want someone to know how poorly he treated me on the phone." I want to make it clear that I don't appreciate him speaking to me like I'm an idiot. Now if you want me to go downstairs I will, but the first baby I delivered died here and you nurses took excellent care of me and this is where I feel safe." That woman turned to another and gave her a look and she said, "let her stay." About 4-5 nurses heard everything I said which made me feel better and as expected they took excellent care of me. I went for an ultrasound, my cervix was fine and baby was moving around. Then, I had the pleasure of shaking the jerks hand as he had to sign off on everything, he seemed much different in person (pretty clear that someone had a word with him). It's a good thing 'cause I was in my mama bear stance, ready to tell him what I thought. I'm so glad I didn't have to go there.
I was under the impression that he was not in my OB's group but when I went in for another appointment I saw his name listed outside the door. Ugh...I hope I never have to deal with him again!

I hesitated to write this post because I was being paranoid and felt a little silly, especially since everything has been normal. But I remember what my (pregnant) nurse said to me that Sunday night, "It's your job to make sure everything is okay and if that means you're calling your doctor every other day that's okay, whatever gets you through and to the end with a healthy baby."