Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I feel ridiculous.

I feel ridiculous. I had a family game night with just the hubby and me. We started with scrabble and moved on to the game of life. As fate would have it I landed on the "Twins" space which was always my favorite space growing up. I just loved adding the two little blue and pink pegs to the silly plastic car. Even as a child I wanted boy/girl twins when I grew up.

So when I landed on the space I almost started crying. It's a game and it can bring me to tears with one little spin of the wheel.

Stupid game...

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Dealing with Doctors

Every time I go to the doctors I have to fill out new paperwork because of the pregnancy. I hate the question "how many children do you have?" then next to it "ages?" I have to put 2 and then ages 0 and 4 months. It makes me tear up every time. I always get odd looks when I fill out the papers. I hate it. It makes me feel embarrassed and ashamed. I never want to be ashamed of my son.

Inevitably I will have to take my daughter into the Dr's office with me, which is fine at the OBGYN because they all know not to mention my son and are very caring and careful around me, which I really appreciate. But at my PCP (private care practitioner) office, whom I had to see 2 weeks ago, they don't know. I had to fill out all new papers, and then everyone wanted to see my little girl who was trying to sleep. Then one of the ladies at the desk glanced at my papers and asked about my other baby. I couldn't say anything. I just froze. I finally got it out that they were twins, and all the ladies said congratulations. Thank goodness nobody asked me where he was.

The next week was a repeat of the same thing except I was at the cardiologist. When we finally got back into a room my Dr was very careful not to mention my son. I think he actually took the time to read my paperwork. But he had to ask me questions about the PG. His assistant almost got thrown out of the room (by me) literally for the comment "well at least you have one." I'm like "gee thanks. It makes me feel so much better that I can only hold one of my babies. My little girl is missing an older brother whom she spent months with growing together. But yeah I have one baby which makes it so much better. Thanks lady."

Then there is the pediatrician's office who has, so far, not assigned us a Dr. Every time we go in we have a 50/50 chance of having to re-explain what happened to our other child. Why can't they just read the damn papers? I know the hospital faxed everything over. It's just not fair. I don't need to relive everything that happened 5 months ago each time I see a Dr. Why can't they read the paperwork that is sent to them? It would make my visits a lot easier on me, my husband, and my daughter.