Today was my 6th Prenatal Consultation with my lovely OB, Doctor Gina Macaranas of UST Hospital. I enjoy going to her for checkups because she’s a very cheerful, positive woman who knows what she’s talking about. She’s very informative and concise, plus she answers many of my questions untiringly, and always with a sincere smile. I always go out of her clinic feeling pleased, light, and excited.
At my 6th month, I am happy to know that my baby and I are doing well: blood pressure…check. Weight gain…check. Fundal height…check. Baby’s heart beat…double check (love hearing it ;) ). There was only one downer during my consultation though. I learned that my husband can’t go inside the delivery room with me even if he does work there. He’s a nurse. Has seen pregnant women give birth. Not afraid of blood. Not squeamish at all. Chances of trauma equals 0%.
Darn. I was really counting on it. It will be my first pregnancy after all, so I was looking forward to him holding my hand while I (most possibly) scream my lungs out. It would have been nice to share the glorious moment of childbirth with him. The only chance of that happening now is if we have a Lamaze certificate to show. Fat chance of that happening. I know that in other hospitals husbands are permitted in the delivery room. Oh well.
I now draw strength from the fact that my mom was able to give birth to five beautiful girls without my dad holding her hand too. I remember her walking bravely towards the labor room during my youngest sister’s day of delivery, looking back at her other daughters with such a confident smile. Thank God for that memory! I only hope I can be half as confident as her on that anticipated day.