The birth center called today and they are transferring my care to OB due to my succenturiate placenta/velamentous cord insertion. I was prepared to have one of the midwives attend my birth in the hospital (w/ doctors available if needed) instead of the birth center. I wasn't prepared to have to find a new provider at 32 weeks. They can refer me to their consulting OB practice - those docs deliver at the same hospital (which actually has 2 midwife practices that deliver there, so hopefully they are accustomed to natural birth). Or I can somehow choose from 4 urban hospitals/countless suburban hospitals and a bajillion doctors.
I'm pretty upset. I love the care I have been getting at the birth center - their hours are convenient, the midwives are almost always reassuring, I never have trouble with anyone getting back to me if I leave a message, and everyone who works in the office is pleasant. And I trust them. My experience with OB/GYN offices in the area has been pretty shitty - not so much the practitioners (many of whom I like) but the office staff. They are often incompetent and just plain RUDE and I end up getting rude right back and it stresses me out. So now I have to try to find a practice with a staff that won't give me hypertension AND I need to find a doctor who will actually listen to my wishes for as natural a birth as possible and who believes I should get to make decisions about my care AND I need to find a hospital with nurses who will treat me like a person rather than an inconvenience.
I'm going to try to find a doula as soon as possible and hopefully she can give me some insight into my options for hospitals and doctors. It's too overwhelming for me to figure out on my own.
I totally trust the midwives' decision and I understand it and I might've chosen to transfer out on my own anyway, but I still feel like I got KICKED OUT for having a crappy placenta. Not a good day to be out of ice cream... though I can order cheesecake delivery (and I guess dinner too).
I know that pregnancy, birth & parenthood are pretty much a constant exercise in surrender. It sure isn't easy, especially when it comes to the things you think you get to hang on to! I'm really grateful to every mama I know who has prepared me for it just a bit by sharing stories of things not going as planned (& surviving to tell the tale).