Last Friday, as I sat with monitors strapped to my belly for my latest NST, the nurse popped in and out of our little curtained-off cubicle. During one such pop-in, she asked who my doctor was. When I told her, she responded, “Huh. I’m surprised.”
I knew exactly what she meant. I think I mentioned that my doctor is an older Indian lady, but what I may not have written here is that most of her patients are also Indian. Or Pakistani. I think one of them is Filipina. Many of them wear hijabs and speak Arabic. Or Urdu. Or Hindi. Most of them speak English with the receptionist. Or sometimes French.
It wasn’t difficult to see on the day of my very first appointment that I stood out. I’m the only white chick in the waiting room.
Apparently, that’s not all that sets me apart from Dr. K’s other patients. When we discussed the prospect of inducing again yesterday afternoon, she insisted that I’m the only one of her patients who has requested not to be induced. Most of her patients, according to her, are begging to be induced once they hit 38 or 39 weeks. In fact, she said, she usually has to tell her patients they have to wait, no matter how uncomfortable they claim to be.
She actually used the word “exceptional” to describe my attitude–and I don’t think she meant it in a good way. She repeatedly said, in a condescending manner, that since I “seem to know everything,” she couldn’t force me into it. Hubby told me afterward that he thought she was being genuine. That I was educated about my choices. But that is so not what she meant.
In the end, we did end up consenting to her faxing a request to the hospital for Thursday or Friday. If they have the space for me. I wanted to at least give my body a few more days to do what it knows how to do.
This morning, I could go on and on about the many other things she said yesterday that annoyed me, including poo-pooing my visit to L&D, claiming I “panicked” over the mucus plug. But the truth is, it’s all moot. I woke up at 2:30 feeling crampy and have been having contractions on-and-off ever since. I’m hopeful this means I won’t have to be induced at all. I may even get to meet my baby girl today.