I went to the chiropractor's this morning. I've been going regularly for about two weeks now. The first day was hard, I had to tell my pregnancy history, because my issue seems to be pregnancy related (numb and painful hands and arms), and also because it is important for them to know that I'm currently pregnant. The nurse compared my stillbirth to a miscarriage but was very sweet. I thought the doctor understood that I had been pregnant before, but that my daughter had died, until the very end of my appointment when he asked me how old she is. I'm not alway clear enough I guess. So after that first day it has been good, I like the doctor and the staff is professional and efficient.
Today, I was the first appointment and they have a new doctor who I met briefly on Monday but haven't ever worked with before. He asked if my numb hands had started before I was pregnant. I just said it had started during my last pregnancy then got better, then started up again during this pregnancy. So I should have been expecting it. I was laying facedown on the table so he could see how my hips needed adjusted, when he casually asked "So how did your last delivery go?"
In one of those comical grief moments that probably seem morbid or pathetic to everyoen else, I flashed to the hospital, the sadness, the shock. Almost needing a c-section, but eventually birthing my 5 lb, 6 oz, not-breathing baby. It didn't make me sad or horrify me that he asked (on a differnet day it might though). In that moment, I found it amusing. "Oh, it was fine."
If he only knew. I've been chuckling to myself all day today.
Oh yes, totally fine! ha! I get what you mean, sometimes you just have to have a little dark humor to make it through!
ReplyDeleteAmen, girls! AMEN!
ReplyDelete