My Crazy Appointment

Yesterday morning was rough.  I just want to vent about it for a minute.

Technically it started on Monday when I went in to my scheduled ultrasound to check where my rebel IUD is now located and make sure its out of the way for labor.  The office was closed because it was labor day.  I had an appointment.  I was really mad that I drove a half an hour to get there when the office is closed, plus I'd gotten a babysitter (a woman in my ward was going to watch the kids for me, but then Scott ended up being home from work, so he watched them and I cancelled with the other sitter).  I had another appointment Tuesday to actually see the doctor and discuss the ultrasound, it would be a pretty standard appointment lasting no more than 20 minutes, so I didn't bother to get a sitter.  When I arrived for my regular appointment I told the receptionist about my scheduled ultrasound and even had the appointment card that they gave me.  (I don't remember who scheduled the appointment, but I have a suspicion it was the very girl I just handed the card to based on her reaction to the handwriting).  She looked in the computer and said, we don't have any ultrasounds scheduled for you yesterday or any other day.  I was very annoyed and said, "Well, I didn't make that card myself!"  she promised to look into it.

After I get called back, my doctor comes in and immediately asks me why I hadn't had an ultrasound yet.  I tell her about my scheduled appointment.  She is mad as well and promises to get to the bottom of it, and in the meantime is going to see if they can squeeze me in asap.  She checks my fundal height and baby's heartbeat, which are both normal, and leaves me in the office while she speaks to the ultrasound techs.  10 minutes go by.  The kids are getting cranky.  I nurse comes in to tell me that they are going to squeeze me in, but in the meantime I have to wait in the waiting room/lobby.  The lobby is PACKED!  Ivy and Dex have to sit on the floor and Echo in my lap.  Ivy dances a bit while we wait and falls and hurts her cheek.  She cries hysterically.  I finally get her to calm down.  We continue to wait.  Echo keeps trying to escape.  I have to chase her down multiple times.  We take two trips to the bathroom (both for Ivy, she only actually goes once), and both times while we are in there we lose our 1 seat and I have to find another.  Dexter accidentally steps on ivy's foot, and again, she cries hysterically.  We spent at least 45 minutes in that waiting room before being called in for the ultrasound.  It felt like 4 hours!

The ultrasound tech tells me it has to be a transvaginal ultrasound because it was so difficult to find the IUD last time they looked at it (around 20 weeks).  I have to get naked from the waste down.  Ugh.  Echo cries and I have to hold her during the ultrasound (not easy!) and she keeps attacking the machine.  Ivy cries too because she isn't allowed to stand where she wants (right in the way).  It takes FOREVER!  The tech cannot find the IUD (although, the baby is definitely head down and we got some very up close looks at the face!).  She switches to regular ultrasound and I have to put Echo on the floor.  She is hysterical by then (Ivy had finally stopped though).  The regular ultrasound also takes forever and she still can't find it.  She gives up, and I'm allowed to get dressed and instructed to wait for the doctor to come back in.  The doctor never shows.  Several minutes later a nurse comes in to inform me that the doctor had to leave for a delivery.  She promises that she'll have her call me, and that a manager is looking into the incorrectly scheduled ultrasound.  I have my doubts and leave (FYI-Echo cried that entire time, hysterically, and for ten more minutes in the car on the way home, she was VERY tired).  It was a nightmare.  By the time we get back in the car it had been exactly 2 hours and 2 minutes from the time we arrived.  I cried out of frustration of going through all that for an ultrasound that basically told us nothing.

I was happy to go home, but we were WAY late. Dexter had school in 45 minutes, so we had to stop and get lunch on the way home.  He barely made it on time.  Ps...The doctor still hasn't called me to tell me what the next step is, and I don't anticipate that she ever will.  My next appointment is on Monday.  I'm dreading it.

On a positive note.  Dexter was a perfect angel the entire time (except for randomly asking for suckers every half hour or so).  Maybe he has finally made it to the other side of temper tantrum mountain.  I hope so.