a pregnant phone bill.

I received my medical records in the mail today from my old OB who took care of my broken lady parts, got me pregnant with the moosh (well, Cody took care of the fun part) and brought little miss into this world (so I did most of the work, but he was there to catch, fairly important duty.)
This morning I would have told you I was a fairly low maintainence pregnant person (aside from all the vomit) but looking over my records? I would have put a block on my number if I had been my doctors nurse.
PAGES of
“Patient called…sick.”
“Patient called, still sick.”
“Patient called sick of being sick.”
“Patient called still sick of being sick.”
I didn’t realized they kept track of every phone call I made.
It’s a little embarrassing.
Plus with the way doctors and nurses throw around the words “vaginal” and “discharge” it’s enough to make anyone blush, I’m pretty sure the word “odor” was in there somewhere too.
It’s also humorous to see in my patient chart my weight drop each week as my belly measurement expanded.
There was a lot in there I had forgotten about, pains, bleeding, IV’s, meltdowns, tests, specialist visits…but even after reading it I’m ready to do it again.
Only next time I’ll try to keep the calls to a minimum.
medical records.
Click through on the picture to see a whole bunch of notes on the “SIGNIFICANT FINDINGS.”

34 thoughts on “a pregnant phone bill.

  1. Oh, no. Next time you need to call them *more* often. Because a) dammit, they need to figure out a better solution to the severe hyperemesis gravidarum (been there, done that) and b)you’ll be a second time mom (been there, done that too) and even more willing to call and complain. Hey, that’s what we pay them those big bucks for, you know. So we can call…and complain.

    Do you find it interesting that every woman I’ve known who has suffered from severe hyperemesis gravidarum (at least 15 women, myself included) also suffers from some sort of altered mental state? (I know, I could just say depression, bipolar, schizophrenia, etc. but “altered mental state” sounded so much more pc.) Just curious.

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  2. I wish you the best of luck in dealing with all of the emotions that I know this quest brings.

    We were supposed to be jumping on this roller coaster ride this month as well. But, we’re not because I’m not emotionally, finacially, or in any way ready to do try all of it again!

    I hope for you guys it all ends up with a little brother or sister for the moosh! And I pray it’s easier this time around for ya!

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  3. Wow. That’s, um, wow. After the second exhausting pregnancy, where they didn’t fully deliver the placenta, and I had the joy of doing that at home three weeks later, I was SO DONE. That’s NOTHIN’ compared to you. Kudos to you for being willing to do it again.

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  4. “…having a net total weight gain of two pounds. Despite this, the infant was growing well.”

    YOU ARE AMAZING. I am just in awe at how much you went through to bring that darling Moosh into the world.

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  5. That was fun reading through that! What a stupid thing to say…but nurses have horrible desires to read peoples medical records. Weird! I forgot about your face. Well, the ‘mark of delivery’ that is. I wonder how many people out there had the same thing happen to them? Probably not many. Just goes to show you, you are a pretty amazing person! Love ya.

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  6. All you have to do is make a blog post each time you call your doctor. We’ll tell you if you’re calling too much. šŸ™‚

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  7. Wow. That is probably not entirely unlike other birth records (doctors tend to note all the things about ourselves that we don’t like advertising) but seeing it all out there is harsh.

    Also? I’ve never noticed the rash. Is it still prevalent?

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  8. Wow! you take TMI to dizzying new heights. I lurve you! Thanks for blogging like a girlfriend would. It helps us all keep it real.

    I found myself telling another older mom I’d never met, at a swim meet about my wish for uterine ablation and my blood clots in the first 10 minutes of meeting her. TMI much?

    Instead of being agast, she told me God must have put her there to tell me to take care of myself. I’m not religious, but her words hit home and were pretty profound. She continued to kick me in the pants for being a mother of three who doesn’t take care of herself. Hmmm…

    So maybe God put me in this comment to say the same. Take care of yourself!

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  9. I had the rash too. It stayed on me FOREVER. Just began fading decently in the last 6 months or so, and the booger was born in 05.

    I’ve got my own charts as well, and hate the stuff they put in there.

    I agree with the person who said to call MORE next time.

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  10. For some reason, I love this post. I really love all the extras on the flickr picture.

    Really, there should have been more exclamation points and some “seriously!” adjectives thrown in around the vomiting and weight gain bits.

    Because, seriously! I would have been calling all the time, too.

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