I arrived at the midwife and found out that my appointment was with the midwife that I had visited four weeks earlier and who had delivered Ryan. I was disappointed since the other midwife has such an amazing personality so I was looking forward to seeing her. Plus, at my first appointment, we told the midwife that we knew the date of conception since we were charting, and she just looked at us like we had two heads. Ummm you share the same office with our practitioners!
I sat down and waited and waited in the appropriately called waiting room, and my phone battery continued to dwindle. The nurse notified me that they were taking a long time with the patient before me because they had to use their ultrasound machine since their doppler wasn't finding the heartbeat. Fortunately, it seemed that the baby was fine. They put me in a room until the midwife was free to see me. My phone died while I was waiting.
When it came time to check for the heartbeat, I laid down and started to feel the baby shortly after. He or she was being pretty active. The midwife kept searching and searching for the heartbeat, and after a few minutes of silence, she said that she couldn't find anything, but she was hearing movement. I was very calm since I could feel that sneaky baby kicking me! I silently tried to ESP (extrasensory perception or extrasensory plancenta?) with the baby. "Please don't stop moving around so much, and don't let the midwife find your heartbeat so I can see you on the ultrasound machine!!"
The ESP worked because the midwife still couldn't find the heartbeat five minutes later, but I was never worried because the baby never moving and grooving. We had to move to the other room where the ultrasound machine was.
"Oooo! Does this machine print out photos?" asked this needy pregnant woman. The midwife said that if it did, she wouldn't know how to do it since she only knew how to turn it on and off. I mentioned that my phone had died so it was too bad that I couldn't take any photos of the screen. She offered her phone so I could take photos with it and then email them to myself. It was barely a moment before we saw the heart beating and beating away. That's my baby. What I thought was going to humdrum and hum-dumb appointment transformed into one where I got to see our sneaky baby and learned that our midwife has a kind heart.