So I’ve been trying to process exactly what happened yesterday before posting here because yesterday, for us was traumatic.
We had another scan, I presumed it was another growth scan. Spoiler alert; it wasn’t. It was to check our AFI (amniotic fluid index). Last Thursday we were at 23cm, which is borderline for Polyhydramnios. The cut off is 25cm.
Yesterday, in just one week it had increased by over 10cm, meaning we now have 33cm of amniotic fluid pools and we have now been diagnosed with moderate Polyhydramnios.
The consultant finally called us through, another one we’ve not seen before and she was a “trainee”.
Let me tell you right now, she was AWFUL.
She was argumentative, she wasn’t listening to me and she was rude so I snapped back. I was equally as rude to her as she was to me. At one point I had to say “I think we’re done here” because she was not listening at all to what I had to say.
She said I’d have to go back Monday for another useless check in with a consultant, I told her I respectfully declined. She then said I’d have another scan next Thursday too, I said “okay that’s fine but unless you can hand on heart promise me I’ll see MY consultant then I won’t be waiting around”. She said “well who will review the results?” I said my consultant when ever she’s free and she can ring me with a plan of action.
So, they want to admit me next Thursday pending a caesarean slot that becomes available “just in case” my membranes spontaneously rupture BUT they won’t admit me next Thursday pending a VBAC in case of membrane rupture. Go figure?!
As soon as I got to the carpark I broke down, mentally and physically. I rang my midwife in tears and asked if she was free so I could see her, thankfully she was so we went in.
She listened, she was compassionate and even she doesn’t understand their thought processes.
When I eventually got home yesterday, I’ve scared myself with the what if complications of having Polyhydramnios and that both our lives are at risk, no matter what delivery option I decide on.