So we had our 32-week scan on Wednesday. What a lark that was!
Our appointment for the scan was at 9:40 and our clinic appointment was 10:20, so already we were going to be cutting it fine, despite them being just down the corridor from one another. When we arrived at the ultrasound reception desk, however, I was told my appointment was 9:50. Apparently, it turned out later, a load of appointment times had been changed – I’m not sure why.
So we went to sit and wait, knowing we had an even longer wait ahead of us than we had originally anticipated as we’d arrived not long after 9:20, having misjudged the traffic and made it to the hospital in less than 20 minutes. However, 9:50 came and went and we still hadn’t been called in yet. By the time we were eventually ushered into an ultrasound room it was almost 10 past 10, so I told the sonographer that our clinic appointment was only 10 minutes away.
She was clearly having a bad day all of her own and wasn’t impressed that all these appointments had been changed. She had a student with her, who carried out most of the ultrasound – which I thought was perhaps not the best idea as we were in kind of a rush – and they both seemed flustered. Twice I had wiped my belly dry and got down off the bed when she asked me to get back on as she’d missed a measurement.
So then we were running almost 20 minutes late for our clinic appointment. We rushed down the corridor and checked in at the clinic reception. The receptionist didn’t seem too bothered that we were so late. She also didn’t tell me that the clinic was running late.
At 11:30 I went back out to reception to ask when we were likely to be seen. The receptionist then explained that they were running later as they only had two doctors on that morning (she didn’t say why), but that she was fairly sure I would be one of the next couple of people called as I’d already had my notes collected and my blood pressure taken.
Eventually we were called in to see the doctor sometime after 12. I don’t know exactly what the time was because by then we had both pretty much lost the will to live. He looked at the ultrasound printout, agreed that the twins were both now cephalic (head down) and said that I needed to come back in 4 weeks, after my next scan. To say the appointment lasted 5 minutes is probably being generous.
I had some blood taken to check my iron levels, booked an appointment for the 4th July and we left, 3 hours after we had arrived. We didn’t even get any pictures from the ultrasound because we didn’t have any change and neither did the sonographer, besides which she had only managed to get a profile of one baby (the right one this time though!) and I would have had to get back on the bed a third time and be gelled up again in order to try and get a picture of the other twin.
There seriously has to be a better way to run a hospital!
The long and short of it is that the twins are now in the correct position and in fact Rightbaby is now the lower of the two and very low at that – the student sonographer struggled to get the probe low enough on my belly to measure the head accurately. They are also both kind of big! Rightbaby is 3lb 12oz and Leftbaby is 4lb 4oz! I am a little afraid that in 4 weeks’ time I’ll be carrying the equivalent of a 12lb baby, which, on my 5’2″ frame, is not a prospect I relish!
As a result I started panicking about not having packed a hospital bag yet – I’d been fairly convinced I would end up needing a caesarian and therefore have a set date to go into the hospital – so the wife and I have been out shopping to make sure we have everything we need. It’s amazing how expensive it all is!
It looked yesterday like we would be ready to exchange contracts today, but our buyers’ solicitors are making it extremely difficult for our solicitors to get hold of them and our buyers are first-time buyers and not pregnant and I guess therefore are not harassing their solicitors the way we are. Hopefully – HOPEFULLY – we will now exchange on Monday and then complete the following Monday. Please keep everything crossed for us!
And finally, for your viewing pleasure, comparative bumps: