So I go to my regular obgyn doctor’s appointment (almost 30 weeks pregnant with my second child- a baby girl!), not even sure if I should tell the doctor about the little leaking incident two nights ago. I talk to my mom right before the appointment and she tells me that my water might have broken, even if it was just a tiny trickle and that she is worried, so I decide to let the doctor know. My obgyn doctor is a rather large Indian woman who always seems ready to laugh, is very nice but also seems a bit absent minded. She does seem on top of things mind you but she also largely ignores my typical neurosis about some of the typical pregnancy issues. She is a brand new doctor which means that she has only been in practice since last year. This fact of course worried me into insanity in the beginning of my pregnancy. The truth is that I had picked another doctor at first (with tons of experience and expertise) but she was unavailable, so they just went ahead and scheduled my first appointment with this new doctor (and put me on a waiting list for the one I had originally wanted, reassuring me that, yes the waiting list was indeed real and, yes, they would indeed let me know right away of any opening). As soon as I meet this new doctor however, I instantly like her- she seems gentle, understanding and has a sense of humor. I have now seen her for the past 7 months and even though I still ask about the other doctor and her waiting list, my questions become less and less persistent. As soon as I went home after that first appointment I researched this doctor like a maniac (I’m a firm believer that knowledge is power) and even asked my husband’s friend’s wife (who is also a brand new ob doctor) if she could help me find the inside scoop on this doctor, (do doctors really have enough practice and experience before they become “real” doctors?) confirm her education and ask around about her. Since I got the go ahead from her, since I really liked this doctor (a huge difference from my previous one) and since her office is just around the corner in the same building as my son’s pediatrician I kept on seeing her. Anyways, in her office I start out by telling her all about the typical and annoying third trimester symptoms of heartburn, backache, frequent urination and Braxton hicks etc. and then I casually mention the little trickle I had experienced two night before and then again last night. As I tell her about what I think must have been an embarrassing urine leakage, fully expecting her to laugh at me, she actually looks serious (which she never does). I do remember of course what happened during my first pregnancy (even if you do seem to magically forget the bad parts as soon as you have that little miracle of a brand new human being in your arms), my water did break. It was a tiny trickle last time too, only difference is that I was then one day short of 38 weeks (and I had been warned that he might come “early”) and what happened next was radically different- from the bloody mucus plug (sorry I know that really sounds disgusting) to the contractions (the real deal) starting after a couple of hours and the fact that I went from being 2 cm dilated till 10 in less than five hours. I am now barely 30 weeks and nothing has happened for almost two days. It is obviously way too early and there is not even an option for her to come out now. Of course I research breaking of the water profusely, reading about the water rupturing too early in a cold panic but at the same time trusting in the fact that I probably only peed my pants (never thought that would be a comforting thought). The kid is pressing on my bladder all the time after all.
Dr. Mom on bedrest