We have this theory with regards to our patients. It's a mean, catty little theory which seemed to be tested and reinforced yesterday, on Father's Day. I work in a smallish little suburb, full of fertile, fake-boobied, full-face-of-makeup-in-labor, nails done princesses. If they're not the previous, they are wishing that they were and are in the "fake it 'til you make it" mode.
That being explained, here's the theory: It's all about me and if you don't realize that, I'll invent some obstetrical emergency so that you do realize it. For example, if it's boy's night out and you think you're going... I'm suddenly having preterm contractions! Or if the football game is on and is going into overtime, that's not going to work because I think my water broke! Yesterday (Father's Day) it was - I don't care if it's Father's Day and you're supposed to be getting all of the attention, my baby isn't moving!
I'm talking five women who came in with this complaint! Did you all sit around together at the Doctor's office and come up with this?! Oh - and here's a little hint: if you're going to claim that your baby isn't moving and this is such an emergency, please don't proceed to tell me that the baby hasn't been moving for 2 days! If it wasn't an emergency 2 days ago, it isn't an emergency now, Sweetheart!
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