midwife's muse

Sometimes.......

You know that feeling, sometimes you wish you were wrong? Went to the ODU with pregnant daughter and her partner today, all started off well. The midwife running the clinic examined daughter whilst I chatted to the staff in antenatal clinic. When she had finished she came out and said that she thought everything was okay, but that they would scan her anyway.  I was pleased that she did not share my concerns and I joked about it being 'Maternal Distress', mine. We went in for the scan, yes I did gatecrash, I wasn't about to miss seeing Baby Bean 'live'. Miserable ultrasonographer, but lovely images on the screen so I ignored her and, the placenta has moved out of the way. Came back out and daughter went back into ODU whilst the midwife reviewed the scan results. When she came up to me I expected her to to confirm that all was well, instead she congratulated me on picking up on the problem, yes it's too much fluid AND a large baby. 'What now?' I asked. 'Well, I'll talk to the on-call consultant, they're in a meeting at the moment, and give your daughter a call later if he wants to see her, and I'll take some blood to check for diabetes. If they do want to see her it will be in about 3 weeks.' The impression she gave me was that she felt they may not want to see daughter and that it was very minor. I requested that daughter be cared for by a different consultant, not that I don't trust the allocated one, it's just that the other doc specialises in fetal medicine. When daughter came out she and her partner headed off for some lunch, and I headed home. Seven this evening, and daughter phoned, very tearful. The ODU midwife had just phoned her to say that the consultant had reviewed her notes, and the scan, and wants to see her a week on Wednesday to do a more detailed scan. They are ruling out diabetes as her blood results were normal.

On the one hand I'm not as worried as I was, something is happening, on the other I'm more worried because my suspicions have been confirmed. It's just a question of waiting, again.

Mothers Day was wonderful. All of us out for lunch. Lots of laughs, mainly at our little comedian, Jack. When Hubby and I were driving home I was quite emotional, we are so lucky to have such a lovely, close-knit family.

Today Jack has really blotted his copy-book, he said Grandad. Not once, but three times. 'Nanny, Nanneee', I kept saying to him, plenty of kisses, but no 'Nanny'. Mind you he says Dadda, but not Mummy, so I suppose I shouldn't be too offended.

7.3.05 22:46