I went to the OB/Gyn yesterday for my annual (Dr. K, for you locals). It was a fun visit. You don’t often hear that, do you?
My bits and pieces seemed fine. We didn’t really focus too much on them.
The dr had gotten pg and had a baby since we saw her last. This was her first week back after only taking 6 weeks off. She said, “I don’t recommend it.” We *think* she is a single mom. She loooved Quinn and told her she was “so cute” at least 18 times. We said something to Quinn about this being the first lady she ever met. Dr. sing-song chanted “I saw you first” which was funny in this circumstance.
She has already stopped breastfeeding because she didn’t have enough milk. I was telling her about domperidone and how well it worked for me, etc. It made me sad that she wanted to breastfeed, but didn’t have the support that she needed. I think she was very sleep-deprived and that combined with not enough milk can just be terrible. She told Megan that she “thought of us and how tired we were” when she was exhausted. Us? Of all the parents? Were we *that* pitiful?
I wish that she was my friend and not my dr. I would have liked to have been able to give her more support.