Now, let's go back to my first appointment at Saint Peter's with my dr!
November 10th
I remember I couldn't wait for that Thursday to come. I did my best not to get ahead of myself, but it didn't work too well. The morning started out wonderfully - kids dropped off at my mom's, stopped at Sonic for breakfast, and traffic wasn't bad getting into New Brunswick at all. I pulled up to Saint Peter's and somehow managed to even get to the right parking deck when I realized... I had no cash. No worries, I would just get it from Seth when he arrived... Yup, great idea until I read the little sign that said "New Policy: Prepay $4 for Parking". Well, me in my heightened emotional state could I do little to hold back the tears - after all, I didn't know where else to park, where to find an atm, and how late I would be after doing both! So I pulled up to the booth, explained that I did not infact have any cash, but my husband was on the way and he would pay for himself and me if she would let me in. She asked where I was going, what time my appointment was, and I guess figured she could send me away in hysterics or let me in with a smile. Thank God she did the latter!! I thanked her graciously and wound my way up the parking deck.
After arriving in the office I went through some cultural shock. The waiting room was used by 4... FOUR different offices and it was about the size of my livingroom with an abundant amount of pregnant woman, their significant others, and some kids in it. I signed in, found a seat and honestly started to sulk. I texted Seth saying things like "this is NOTHING like Princeton Hospital" and that "I just want to cry and leave because I am so out of place". Being completely blunt and honest... I NEVER felt like such a spoiled little white girl in all my life! In hind sight it was rude and disgusting and if my daughter ever new I reacted like that I would be so embarrassed. BUT it was true - I was being a prissy middle class snot from suburbia.
Following getting signed in and moved to yet another waiting room, I started to calm down a little and gain some logic. Seth arrived and laughed at me because I had over reacted so grandly before - which made me laugh. We were called in to have our scan and there they were. Four tiny babes with strong heartbeats and movement!! I was so relived to see them doing well. Seth did his wonderful husband duty and held my hand the whole time and was genuinely interested in exactly what the nurse was saying.
Following the ultrasound we met with our new doctor. Just a meet and greet with a lot of information thrown our way. I smiled, nodded my head, remember pieces of what was said and just kind of shut down. I tend to overload with too much information for my poor little brain. From bedrest to medication to hospital stays to infant survival rates. WHOA. The dr was wonderful about it all, but still I am standing firmly by my WHOA. Such information needed to be followed with sustenance, so Seth and I were off to the Somerset Diner. A big bowl of Matzo Ball soup, a side salad and some alone time with my man helped pick me back up :)
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