Pregnancy Journal: Week thirteen: The midwife


The high point of the week was also the source of the greatest stress. My visit to the doctor. For some reason, beginning about a week prior to every appointment, I become convinced that there is something wrong. I try to remember that this most likely isn’t the case, but that thought didn’t help me sleep the night before our appointment.

I should explain that the practice we’ve chosen includes four OB’s and three Midwives. The general philosophy is that each expectant couple should see all seven providers at some point during their pregnancy. I worried about this practice when pregnant with Jacob. How could the pregnancy be monitored adequately if I never saw the same doctor. twice? But, each of the doctors were so friendly and appeared to be quite competent, and in the end the doctor we’d wanted was on call and did deliver Jacob. I’m much more relaxed this time. Another sticking point? During my first pregnancy, I became convinced that I wanted an actual doctor to deliver. I resisted visiting the midwives entirely. Understand that I come from a family of doctors and nurses. There is a history of serious medical problems in my family (cystic fibrosis in particular) and I worried about the midwife’s ability to help us through that. I also worried about the potential for an epidural or other pain medication if I allowed a midwife to deliver.

What all this is leading up to is the fact that this week’s appointment was with one of the midwives. While I was somewhat tentative at first, I was extremely happy with the outcome. We heard the little heartbeat for the first time. We’d seen the heart beating last month on ultrasound, which was just as rewarding, but to share that moment with Rob, and this time with Jacob, was so exciting. The actual consultation was wonderful. Our midwife let Jacob hold the equipment so he felt like he had found his new baby. She let us listen for several minutes because she was enjoying the smile of Jacob’s face. In the end we decided that the baby spoke to Jacob and sounded a bit like a barking puppy. (Now I’m afraid of what he’ll think in a few months when I don’t deliver a puppy!)

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