Well, after last week’s worry I was hoping for a slightly calmer week in this pregnancy, and by and large I did get it, although I let my anxiety get the better of me which created a bit of an issue!
On the Friday that the midwife came to listen to baby’s heartbeat after my small bleed, she told me that if I was concerned then I could call Medicom for reassurance. I don’t know if Medicom exists elsewhere in the country, but basically they are a 24/7 messaging service so if you have a problem during pregnancy then they can get hold of the on-call midwife for you or direct you to another relevant service. This week I discovered that they are in no way medically trained. Which meant that they didn’t actually reassure me at all!
Anyway, here’s what went down: After the nightmare that was Friday, I felt the baby move lots over the weekend and felt reassured that all was fine. I wasn’t working on Monday, so I pottered around the house a bit, did some baking (check out my Instagram to see my pretty poor first-time attempt at piping icing onto gluten free muffins!) and did a bit of work on the blog.
Then on Tuesday I went to work and started to worry more as the day went on as I’d hardly felt the baby move all day. I’m aware that I tend not to feel her as much when I’m upright so once I got home I parked myself on the sofa and waited for some reassuring kicks. But none came. After about an hour it was getting close to needing to leave to go to yoga, which I didn’t want to do if there was a problem, so I thought I’d follow the midwife’s advice and give Medicom a quick call, with the idea being that they’d tell me I’m just being paranoid and everything’s fine.
Except they didn’t. As soon as the woman on the phone heard I was over 22 weeks she cut me off repeatedly, wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say and told me that I needed to phone delivery suite. (What?! I just wanted a midwife to tell me to stop being silly!) So I did what I was told and delivery suite told me that I had to drink and icy cold glass of water, lay on my left side for an hour and count the kicks.
Forty-five minutes later hubby came home to find me in bed, shivering (not one to do things by halves, I’d drunk two pints of ice water!) and inconsolable because I’d not felt anything. Fortunately in the last 15 minutes baby decided she ought to give me a good kick about which was a huge relief. I called the delivery suite back and they told me to arrange an appointment with the midwife just to double-check on the baby’s heart rate.
I saw the midwife on Wednesday and of course all was fine. I was a bit upset with her as she treated me as though I was wasting her time a bit with my paranoia, but once she heard that Medicom had referred me to the delivery suite she transferred her irritation to them and said they should have just contacted the on-call midwife so that they could call me and reassure me – which is what she thought they would do when she told me to just call if I wanted reassurance!
Ah well, at least all is fine now and I’ve set my paranoia to rest…for the time being at least!