CHICAGO, Ill. – June 23, 2020 – “It was the standard twelve-week ultrasound appointment. Tommy and I drove separately so he could leave straight for work afterward. I, despite my nausea, happened to be in a pleasant mood. I really liked our new doctor, Dr. Sanford, whom we chose before I was pregnant because of her reputation for being pro-VBAC, or vaginal birth after cesarean (two cesareans in my case).
In fact, I liked Dr. Sanford so much that the hour-long wait in her waiting room that morning didn’t bother me. I mean, it bothered me some — I complained about it every ten minutes — but we stuck around. A lady I used to work with was also in the waiting room. She was having some tests done and joined in on my bitching about the wait. I always knew I liked her.
A third of the way through my sixth Parenting magazine — fine, it was Vogue — okay, okay, it was Us Weekly — we were finally called back. The ultrasound technician led us down the hallway to our room. I hopped up on the table and bared my belly like a pro. The tech was chatty which I appreciated. We shared a laugh about our love/hate relationship with maternity pants while she moved the wand around on my lubed-up pelvis. There was the baby! And the heartbeat, and the legs, and the head.
Suddenly, something changed. I could physically feel the bubbly energy get sucked out of the room as our jokey tech got quiet and a bit snippy. She slowly examined the baby’s head, and from what I could see, something looked odd. But didn’t all babies look a bit odd and indiscernible at the first ultrasound?
The tech finished pointing out all the major landmarks of the baby and then asked us to go back out to the waiting room.
Suddenly, something changed. I could physically feel the bubbly energy get sucked out of the room as our jokey tech got quiet and a bit snippy. She slowly examined the baby’s head, and from what I could see, something looked odd. But didn’t all babies look a bit odd and indiscernible at the first ultrasound?
The tech finished pointing out all the major landmarks of the baby and then asked us to go back out to the waiting room.
As strange as it may sound, I really didn’t think much of the tech’s sudden mood shift. I, myself, have been known to flip a switch from time to time when my caffeine wears off or when someone (ANYONE!) chews with their mouth open. In fact, I was so oblivious to what her attitude change may have meant, that while we were back in the waiting room for the second time, I decided to post the ultrasound picture to Facebook along with the message, “Baby Santel number 3. Very active and healthy.” Yep — I did that.
Another hour later — enough time for me to get neck-deep in to my Facebook feed, vow to quit Facebook forever, and then rejoin — we were called back for a second time, this time to meet with Dr. Sanford herself. Only Dr. Sanford wasn’t in the room yet, so we continued to wait.
During this third wave of waiting, it hit me…I think something is wrong…”
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