So... Yesterday... We met the Consultant!
A Dr P McP...
But lets start from the beginning!
Having spent a bit of time around people who've spent time queueing in our hospital we were told to get there nice and early and with our appointment being for 14.50 we decided 14.20 was adequate.
Who were we kidding?
With a queue of 15 people ahead of us it looked like we'd be there a while. But we had stuff to do to keep us entertained - pay the bill - seeing as last time we left without paying the bill... (Gulp) and let the nurse who'd butchered my arms last time have another go! (Double Gulp!!) So B, being the man with the money went to pay the bill and I went to pay the needle-woman.
It's true though - your body fills with blood! It went perfectly - absolutely perfectly. In went the needle and out came two vials of blood. Two... No clotting, no slowing of pressure, no no blood coming out at all.
Plus I had to pee in a cup... It's still awkward.
So then with our bills, vials and plastic cups deposited in the correct locations we joined the queue.
You are given large A4 plastic numbers when you sign in and you're expected to sit in that order when you arrive. So much so that 'cause we were late (from the variety of deposits made earlier) the nurse highlighted our position the next time people moved so we could rejoin the queue in our correct spots.
Yup...
So we all sat there watching the the Consultant go backwards and forwards between his two rooms, as he left one room the visiting occupant would gather their belongings and move out and the next person in the queue would move in.
Some people were in for two mins - some were in for twelve. As we got closer and further up the queue we both hoped that we'd be in our meeting room for as long as possible. We had questions and things to discuss.
Soon, our turn came at the top of the queue, we went straight on into our room and I sat in a chair and B sat opposite and we waited. When all of a sudden the door opened and in came a tall unassuming man came in and took my file from me.
He asked us questions, we answered, he asked about my stroke (I had a stroke a couple of years ago) and we answered. He was calm and said that based on the history and the treatment for my stroke that it shouldn't have any impact on me or the birth of Herbert. Which was very reassuring and he said he'd supervise me himself - so I'm not "high-risk". Which is also great!
One of the girls emailed me back having heard that news and said - "Great, maybe you can stop worrying now!" to which my response was "Well maybe when they move out?"
So then the Consultant said he'd have a feel of my tummy, and then he said he'd do a quick scan. Yey...
So we saw Herbert's spine - looking absolutely fabulous. And we saw his head, and his legs and his arms and everything. How so very cool.
B's pretty sure he saw something else, but I'm not so sure about that!
