Constant Prenatal Appointments

My wife was practically VIP during her pregnancy, which felt special for the first month or so, until the constant doctor’s appointments took over her life.

She celebrated her 32nd birthday around the tenth week of her pregnancy. No big deal.  Not too old, right?  I mean, we’d been married for almost seven years.  We traveled a lot, bought a house, and took our sweet time before trying to have a baby.

Wrong again. You see, carrying twins at age 32 put her into a special group called advanced maternal age.  Advanced maternal age means that you have a high-risk pregnancy.  My understanding was that she would have more prenatal appointments and more ultrasounds than most expecting moms.

I would come home from work and there would be new images our babies on the fridge.  To me, it was pretty exciting stuff.  So exciting, that while she was complaining about non-stress tests and growth scans, I was just looking at the ultrasound images and picturing those two babies in her still-small belly, missing her complaints about waiting for hours, double-booking appointments, and fire alarms that went off while she waited patiently in forgotten examining rooms. But oh, those ultrasound images! Our twins were stacked for the first several weeks, and the images made it look like they were sharing a bunk beds.


Twins, in bunk beds, in her belly.  So cool!

Eventually, she started to decline the doctors’ offers for images, because we already had plenty at home and because she had just seen them on the screen.  How commonplace.

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For most of her pregnancy, she was at the doctor’s office or the hospital at least twice a week.  No consideration for a special parking place was given to her, despite the size of her increasing stomach and the tendency to waddle that would appear from time to time. IMG_0428




As her bladder became increasingly harder to control, so did her patience with appointment after appointment.  The feeling of VIP status had dissipated and was replaced with frustration over long waits at the appointments.

She had placenta previa for the longest time.  When it was first identified, very early on, it was no big deal and we were told that it would probably resolve itself.  Well, it didn’t.  I did some internet searches and saw that women can bleed to death with this previa business, so each time she went to the doctor, I asked her if it lifted.  It hadn’t.

IMG_9051 More pregnancy restrictions were placed on her from the first time the previa was spotted. Restrictions do not fare well with this woman.  She is independent to the core.  She will not ask anyone for help, including yours truly.  Despite my insistence that she takes it easy, she refused.  She continued to pick up the 40lb and 50lb kids she was nannying, and I’m sure she kept up with them on the playground too, although she claims she just sat and watched them from a distance.  Yeah right.

Eventually the placenta previa resolved itself, but it took much longer than expected.  Maybe around 33 weeks.

Now we just waited for them to come