Hopeless Geek

We got back from our most recent pregnancy checkup today and have pretty much lost faith in the office we’ve been going to.

When we started going to ObGyn North, we went because of the reputation of Dr. Thompson. She shared the ideals we did about how the pregnancy and birth should go and felt it was a good fit. She’d been there for some number of decades and was very popular and very good at what she did, as was her staff. We always felt like things were handled very well.

Well, some short time after we arrived she retired and sold the practice to Dr. Sebestyen. Pretty much the first thing that happened was that the office staff left and was replaced with inexperienced and, frankly, lost kids that appeared to be confused by any question we asked. Not the kind of confused where they question why you’d need to ask the question, but the kind of confused where they know they should understand the question but don’t, and can’t answer you until they do.

We went to Bear Rock Cafe for lunch this afternoon, each with a grin and thinking about the card we brought with us. After getting some drinks and sitting down, I took out the strip of sonogram prints and we looked at them together, trying in vain to decipher the fuzzy shapes and see what our child will look like outside of the wading pool. The card sat on the table, sealed, and we would stare at it now and again trying to guess at the contents without opening it. We wanted to wait as much as we wanted not to.