I just needed a place to vent the anger I felt the other day when I went to the doctor.
(short back-story)
My boyfriend and I had gotten pregnant three years ago and I had a miscarriage at 12 w 3 d. Due to the emotional toll this took on my my boyfriend and I had been discussing when we were going to try again all the precautions we were going to take to help a more positive outcome come along. I have started to eat better, exercise, and have been taking vitamins. We thought the best choice was for us to at least consult a doctor to see if there was anything else we could be doing to help our chances. My boyfriend also had some concerns he would like to have eased over by the doctor so I made an appoint with a doctor my friend from work recommended who specialized in high risk pregnancy.
My first appointment was rescheduled due to an emergency so I rescheduled my appointment for 2 weeks later. My second appointment was rescheduled because the doctor called in sick. Three weeks later I had my third appointment. This time I was ready. My boyfriend and I sat down before hand to plan out all the questions I would ask to help ease his fears and mine. I arrived for my appointment about 15 minutes early and I just sat in the waiting room anxiously awaiting my appointment. I had not been to the doctor since my follow up after my miscarriage.
My name was called and I went back into the hall way where the rooms are. I was weighed and my height taken ( I think I have gotten a half inch shorter over the years). My weight was 330 and my height 5'7. I was then shown to my exam room where the nurse/office person confirmed I was there for an annual appointment. I told this person I also had some questions for the doctor. I changed and waited for the new doctor to come in. The doctor walks in and says I hear you have some questions what are they. I started with the question I was wondering most. I asked the doctor if she could give me an idea of how much weight I should try to loose to help increase our chances. She pulled out a BMI chart and found my height on the chart and said that is where you should be and then pointed to this is where you are. She then said as you can see you are far away from where you should be. Where you should be is the healthy weight you should be before you try to get pregnant so try weight watchers. Then she followed that up with your age and the amount of weight you have to loose I recommended you see a surgeon and have gastric bypass surgery. I was blown away at this point and was so side tracked to ask other questions. I managed to follow up with well if we would try now what would our risks be. The doctors response well pregnancy is hard on a womens body and if you are overweight it is harder plus there is a risk for diabetes and preclampsia (spelling). Then she followed that up with it is best to be at a healthy weight but people get pregnant all the time. *What was that supposed to mean? I was now offended with this response. I did not even ask the rest of the questions the boyfriend and I had.
I left the doctors office in what seemed to be forever later. The doctor did make a follow up statement of me going to have a consult for surgery before I left. I walked out of the doctors office feeling hopeless and extremely annoyed. I had gone to this doctor for advice but I guess unless you are with in your BMI no advise will be had unless you have surgery to get you there.
I wonder if it would not have just been better had to doctor told me you are to fat to get pregnant unless you have this surgery you should not have kids.
I called my boyfriend in tears when I left the doctors office. He as can be expected was disappointed as well. We have come to the conclusion that we are going to give it a month and keep working on my healthier eating and throw caution to the wind and just give this whole pregnancy thing another try. I am happy knowing that my venture forward will not be with this doctor. Hopefully we will be able to find a doctor who will be all we had hoped this doctor to be.
Thanks for listening to my rant,
Cynthia