For a few months now I've been having pregnancy insomnia. I fall asleep fairly easy but wake up after a few hours awake as if it was morning. And hungry. Oh unbearably hungry sometimes.
These last few nights have been no exception. I've slept a combined total of 12 hours. That's an average of 4/night.
Yesterday morning I had an NST (stress test) scheduled for my baby girl. Then a couple of hours later an ultrasound. I went to the NST appointment, but decided to skip the ultrasound because I thought it was more important for me to get rest than for a test I find unnecessary.
When I told the nurse, Margaret, administering the NST that I was going to skip the ultrasound, she mentioned it to my midwife, Lisa, during a routine call to let her know my plans. She came back and demanded my cell number to give to Lisa. I told Margaret that I would give Lisa a call and the nurse got upset with me and wouldn't leave until I gave her my number. I would also like to point out that Lisa already had my cell number due to a text I had sent her earlier in the week.
When I called Lisa after the NST, she explained to me why she wanted me to go to the ultrasound and the risks involved if not everything was perfect. I stopped listening about sixty seconds in. Just before she finally conceded she asked how my DH felt about me not going. I told her he'd rather I get the rest I needed than go to an ultrasound.
Over the last couple of visits with Lisa, I have felt that she has tried scaring me that if I don't go along with her choices for my baby's birth, my baby will die. When I mention I don't want any form of medical interventions, she still tried getting me to agree to pitocin to get the placenta out after baby's birth. She also strongly encouraged me to come in for a stripping of the membranes, which has not been proven to do anything other than possible make the pregnant woman uncomfortable and possibly bleed. I feel bullied and disrespected for making my own informed choices.
As I'm not yet at 42 weeks, I'm not overly concerned about the health of my baby. She's kicking and reacting properly to dietary changes eg. sweets. She massages the insides as she moves, sometimes pushing a foot up as high as she can and other times squiggling on my bladder so I have to run to the bathroom. I have come to realize that I'm a long incubator.
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