On Friday I had the pleasure of breaking the good news to Dr Saadie that I won’t be requiring his services after about mid-December! This was the very first time I had to tell someone in some sort of official capacity that we are leaving Sydney. Definitely. For real. As in, Marc better not be kidding about this!
Dr Saadie wasn’t as upset as I would have liked him to be, but I guess I’m not the only 28 week pregnant person to relocate at what seems like such a stupid time to move. Really though, I think I have a pretty good deal. I can’t do anything much to help pack/move/unpack! Bad for my health (and the baby’s) you see :)
It was one of those uniquely normal visits, where the waiting room wasn’t full of expectant parents or noisy children and waiting was non-existent. I walked straight into his rooms and got on with my 15 minute visit. Here’s what I found out this time:
- BP 120/70 -I’m very consistent!
- Weight – we won’t talk about that… Dr Saadie didn’t flinch, so I’m taking it as acceptable!
- Belly button hernia OK – still watch it closely though… Does poking it count?!
- Test results from gestational diabetes extra long test where I sat in a TINY TINY TINY pathology waiting room with the two boys for 2.5 hours (they were so well behaved, I was pretty sure they were possessed, in a good way) – 6.0!!!! Yay!!! I can still eat all the chocolate I want!!!!
- Test results for iron levels – low… Started off this whole thing at 141 g/dl and now I’m 117 g/dl. Not good apparently. Have to take extra iron supplements. No wonder I’m tired all the time. Oh hang on, that could be because I have 2 noisy boys and Marc to look after as well as myself and BH#3….!!!!
So. I have one more visit to Dr Saadie before we leave Sydney, as I am now down to fortnightly visits. With this last visit I will receive a referral letter and all my records to take with me to Brisbane, where I will no longer be continuing down the Private Patient/Hospital Road. I will be booking myself into the Royal Brisbane Hospital, as a public patient, just like I did when waiting for Owen to arrive some 5 years ago… I am a little bit (OK, a lot) sad that I don’t get to have this baby in the new hotel hospital down here, but being home with all our family and friends certainly beats a 5 star hospital stay any day!