The update

I checked out of the Hospital. It wasn’t doing any good being there, only causing me stress.

Turns out, Dr. Gloomy was WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.

When we first met Dr. Specialist1 in CharmCity, I remember him saying to me, ‘unfortunately you have a rare and complicated case.’ Unfortunately, it’s true. I can’t be treated by standard textbook protocol. Unfortunately. And unfortunately the doctors at the hospital were trying to treat me like a textbook case.

We’ve been told since 20 weeks that we should terminate Scrappy, that there was no chance for him. Today I’m 26 weeks. That’s 6 weeks of him proving every single doctor wrong. Last week, even Dr. Specialist1 radically changed his outlook, said that sometimes doctors have to move away from the standard and learn something new.

When I was admitted on Monday, the head doc in Fairfax, Dr. DeptHead, told us that the only reason I was being admitted was b/c I’d reached a viable gestational age, that they wanted to see me for daily monitoring to track my progress. Ok, fine. Didn’t like it, but fine. Also, Scrappy was viable?! Whahoo. That excited us because we weren’t thinking of him that way yet, still needed a few more weeks.

On Tuesday Dr. Gloomy comes to me again telling me about how Scrappy isn’t going to make it, everything he’s seeing is bad news. What am I going to do? Of course, be upset. He comes back to me an hour later, telling me he misspoke, that the signs he saw were not in fact present. Bastard. Again, I get upset and stressed. This cycle isn’t good for me, my health, my mental well-being, all things which indirectly affect the babies.

On Wednesday we meet Dr. Calming. She’s awesome. We learn new things, a new test, a biophysical profile. Scooby passes just fine. Scrappy is scoring a 6/8 — he basically missing the breathing element. But the fact is, Scrappy is breathing, he’s just not scoring yet because he’s not doing it for long enough spurts. But it’s there. He’s also an active little sucker.

This morning, all seemed fine again. Enter Dr. Gloomy.

Doom and gloom. Tells me he’s going to call CharmCity to see if they’d do the cord ligation this late in the game because Scrappy won’t survive, if we deliver now we’re dooming Scooby to unnecessary prematurity. He says they’re now seeing a reversal of  blood flow and that the sporadic absent blood flow is now persistent. And more and more word vomit spews. I want to punch him in the face. I tell him that I don’t understand, that for all measures, besides size, Scrappy is healthy. His response in disbelief, ‘there’s nothing healthy about this baby.’ Then again, wth am I doing here, and why have I been told he is doing fine, it’s only his size that’s the issue.

He leaves, says he going to call CharmCity, talk to the neonatologists, etc. Scott’s on his way (Scott was on a video chat during much of the word vomit). We’re just shocked and angry and confused.

We want to bust me out. Bed rest is the standard protocol for many high risk patients. But when I was on it before, bad things happened. I went off bed rest, Scrappy increased his growth. In my case, it’s not working. Being in the hospital, seeing so many doctors who we all telling me different things is not beneficial. We’ve always liked the specialists in CharmCity because they’re on the same page. If we’re talking to one, we know the information will be passed along. If one talks to us, we know the other doctor feels the same way. At the other practice, closer to home, they see soooo many patients, so many issues, I feel like I’m falling through the cracks. Been feeling that way the entire pregnancy actually.

We decide we want to go back to CharmCity to see what they say. They’re the specialists with situations like mine. The local doctors are the absolute best in this area, but they’re not specialists in what I’m facing. So we debate various scenarios: move to CharmCity for a couple months, completely stop all monitoring, move to outpatient daily monitoring, etc. Regardless, I’ve lost the trust from these current doctors, Gloomy in particular. I especially don’t ever want to see him again. The other doctors, fine, but never him.

I place a call to CharmCity, confirm my appointment for this upcoming Tuesday —  I never cancelled it. Also ask the person on the phone to let Drs Specialist1 and Specialist2 know I’m coming, that I’m leaving the hospital. We also ask my nurse to please send up Dr. Calming b/c we want to talk to her. In the meantime, I got another sonogram.

There was no reversal. No absent blood flow. Everything was normal. Not standard patient normal, but normal for me.

Dr. Calming finally comes up with a stack of ultrasound data from the beginning of my case. Turns out, I’ve experienced the random reversal before. I’ve had absent flow before. Nothing, nothing has changed there. It’s all sporadic, all random. Things are perfect obviously with the results, but they’re normal for me. She said Dr Gloomy called Dr Specialist2 in CharmCity. And well, Gloomy got schooled. They learned that one of the reasons Scrappy has higher blood pressure is that his body is preserving his brain, which is a good thing. When they compared the dopplers in the head, Scrappy’s blood flow is a lot higher, a lot bigger than Scooby’s. All good. In a case like mine, that’s what we want to see. If it was the same between the two boys — bad. There were other parameters….I’ll have to write about those later.

The whole reason we’ve been trekking up to CharmCity in the first place is b/c they specialize in my types of cases. They’re on the cutting edge of the research, the data, everything. The people closer to home, though fantastic, are more purely clinical. Dr. Specialist2 told Gloomy that they needed to consider various parameters [need to insert info here] in order to consider Scrappy in imminent danger. I didn’t meet a single parameter that would mean Scrappy would ‘demise’ soon. Yes things can still change in a second, but not now.

Again, not one single parameter that CharmCity considers a ‘dire situation’ has been met.

Well, now the local doctors know. They’ll do a better job next time, they’ll know not to jump to conclusions and force decisions that aren’t ready to be made. Dr. Calming admitted that her practice operates on a clinical basis, they don’t know the latest and greatest, that they now realize I’m not a case that they can follow the normal protocol. What they do for other IUGR patients clearly isn’t working here. That’s not to say they’re bad doctors; but to manage my particular case, they’re not the best match. I can’t handle any longer the roller coaster of rotating doctors, the conflicting information (one doctor saying things are fine, the other saying things are bad, terminate).

We talked to Dr. Calming about being discharged, that being in the hospital, constantly interrupted, constantly poked and prodded wasn’t doing me or the babies any good. We’re going to go back to the hospital tomorrow morning for another ultrasound, just to check on things, then I’m waiting until Tuesday, when we’ll go to CharmCity for a scan. There we’ll get Drs Specialist1 and Specialist2’s opinion. If all’s still stable, we’ll return to the local hospital for a scan on Thursday. And do that the following week. We also requested that every time I go in for monitoring in the local hospital that I NOT see Gloomy. I don’t ever want to see him again — we clearly don’t communicate. This won’t be a problem until if/when I get re-admitted. I feel confident in the local doctors ability to deliver me, to take care of the babies….once they’re delivered, they’ll be in NICU, not dealing with the doctors I’m seeing.

We’re just 2 weeks away from 28 weeks. That’s been our goal for weeks now….if we get to 28 weeks, Scooby’s got a 98% successful NICU rate. Scrappy should be a pound, or over a pound by then, and if he’s measuring at 24 weeks or so, he’s got at least a 50-60% successful NICU rate. Why wouldn’t we give him that chance?

Yes, we know we’re putting both babies at risk by waiting. But we made that decision at Christmas when we decided to wait two weeks to see if Scrappy would start growing again. And he did.

For now, I’m out of the hospital. I’ll still always be packed at any upcoming appointment, but I don’t plan on going back till 28 weeks. If I do successfully make it to  28 weeks, then we’ll go back to daily monitoring. Maybe. Maybe then I’ll be re-admitted. If we make it that far, every day still counts. For now, we just want to make it two more weeks.

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One thought on “The update

  1. Girl, you area seriously going through the wringer. I hope you get to see that magic 28w mark and maybe more.
    I hope you get to tell those doctors to kiss your told-you-so ass.
    We had a Dr. Gloomy (as I called him “Dr. Sunshine”) when I was in before I had Robbie. It’s been 2.5 years and I still feel my blood boil when I think about it. I think, sometimes, about taking Robbie up to the L&D floor and saying “What do you think of this 65% chance of severe disabilities, asshole?” and then let Robbie talk his ear off and run around tearing stuff up.

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