In keeping with our weekly "Landmines" feature I thought I would lighten the mood after yesterday's post. Below is a pretty excruciating (and kind of hilarious) exchange I had with a doctor a few years ago. You just can't make this stuff up!
Scene: The maternal fetal health department of a certain well known NYC
hospital. My OB sent me to have a 3D
ultrasound due to a scare I had that week.
Me: (Lying on the table, freaking out but trying to be calm and NOT looking
at the ultrasound monitor).
"Doctor": Hmmmmmmm well, there's no heartbeat. What a bummer.
Me: I'm sorry what?
"Doctor": Yup, no heartbeat. Man that is such a bummer.
Me: (Trying to not cry, throw up or wring her neck- not necessarily in that
order) Are you kidding me?
"Doctor": Wish I was. But you have kids already right?
Me: Ummmm no.
"Doctor": Oh man. How old are you? 33? You don't have ANY kids? Oh that is
terrible. You are going to need to get this taken care of immediately by the way. It really is such a bummer (she makes a sad face).
Me: Uhhh yeah you could say that.
SO, that happened. But guess what also happened later that same day? After
replaying the interaction over and over in my head, I had this overwhelming
urge that I MUST help women in my situation. This doctor made it clear that
women who suffer from pregnancy loss are sadly misunderstood and often
overlooked, sometimes even by their own health care providers. Looking back I
am actually grateful for that exchange; without it I don't know if this blog
would exist. Talk about "finding the gold" huh?