Midwife Hunting, Take 2

by tinysneakers

After being called stupid and essentially negligent by the first midwife I saw, I was a little more than apprehensive about what was to come at the next appointment. I’d talked the husband into coming along so he could defend my credibility if it came down to that again. It didn’t take much convincing since it was scheduled immediately after the first trimester ultrasound and blood draw. Welcome to two hour marathon appointments, honey.

I should have known I wouldn’t have needed him there to be my knight in shining armor against evil midwives.

This midwife was exactly what I’d pictured when I chose midwife care in the first place. I was practically giddy with excitement by the time we left. Or maybe it was hunger… seriously, they should provide lunch at these shindigs.

The midwife opened the door to the examining room as I held my breath in anticipation. It didn’t take long before I was able to let it out.

midwife cartoon

She took a minute to read my chart. Crazy concept, I know. Before diving into the exam she sat and chatted with us as if we were having coffee, not waiting for a check-up. The first thing she talked about? Food. She knows the way to my heart.

Instead of lecturing me, she taught me. She explained how all pregnant women become insulin-stupid. It doesn’t matter your weight, your health, your age- all pregnant women lose their ability to produce or use insulin the way they should. I swear she memorized her whole text book and spit the information right back out in a way everyone could understand.

She gave way too much information; I loved every bit of it.

After explaining that eating small, regular meals would help my body use insulin better and help prevent gestational diabetes, she gave me some more guidelines about how to chose good, healthy foods.

gestational diabetes diagram

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the husband giving me the side-eye and being absolutely perplexed as to why I didn’t interrupt and tell her what I did for a living. I appreciated her telling me the information since I obviously think it’s important and most docs gloss over it. Plus, it was much more entertaining to tell her I was a prenatal dietitian after she was done with her lesson.prenatal-nutritionFor the rest of the appointment, she continued to encourage us to ask questions, like she had all the time in the world and nowhere else to be. I never once felt stupid or guilty. I was in love. I knew I’d made the right decision.

And hey, who wouldn’t love a midwife that still thinks Knocked Up is hysterical after watching it 300 times?

knocked up

{ 4 comments… read them below or add one }

Elizabeth @TheBareMidriff September 1, 2011 at 4:56 pm

Oh I’m so glad your second midwife experience was light-years better than the first! I’m so happy you found someone you like, for such an important part of your life. Congrats! And props to the hubby for surviving the marathon appointment!


Elizabeth (not the same as above :)) September 4, 2011 at 1:06 pm

Love this story. You hit a soft spot for me. I am trying to conceive another baby, and this time I am putting my foot down to find a midwife. In the past I was nervous, not knowing anyone who had used one yet. If I do in fact conceive, I would love to find a midwife who would allow me to have a home birth.
Anyway, love your blog—found you through a blogfrog discussion.
If you get a chance, check mine out at http://my2centswithagrainofsalt.blogspot.com. I’m also new on blogfrog as a community.


peacebeme September 5, 2011 at 12:58 am

Glad you got a midwife you like! I love all your science stuff (being a Biology major and all). 😉


Erin March 27, 2014 at 2:35 pm

Love love love this post as well. I had a wretched first midwife experience. My second one was awesome!


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