I don’t like the pink piece of paper!

So, I dropped off the boys and went to my OB appointment yesterday and actually arrived a tad bit early so begun reading Raising Baby Green by Alan Greene (a book my mom-in-law just gave me). Anyhow, I was there for “an exam” and by a doctor whom I had never met before. There are three doc’s in the office, and at some point they like us to meet each of them (just in case it’s one of the other two who end up delivering the baby). Anyhow, like I said, I had never met this woman who was about to “exam” me…

“Good morning Tiffanie” said the nurse and we made our way to the scale. I gained a whole 1/2 a pound (I’m tellin you, this baby’s gonna be a little one, unlike the last who was 9 lbs. and 14 1/2 oz.)! Then it was off for a sample (I always feel so awkward carrying my little cup of urine down the hall), and finally into the room. After taking my blood pressure, the nurse hands me a pink paper cloth. I look at her with a puzzled expression and she assures me that all I have to do is strip from the bottom down. Now, I have had my share of struggles with those hideous and revealing gowns, but I knew it’d be better than trying to cover up entirely with this… this… pink piece of paper. I did as told, tucked my undies outta sight and hopped onto the table – me and my pink piece of paper. I opened it up and it didn’t take long to figure out that it was not in any way, shape or form going to cover me (I really am going to be exposing my backside). I tried a couple different techniques only to result in tearing that darn pink piece of paper right up the side. With one hand stretching the back of my shirt down, the other clutching two corners of the pink paper and my leg propped just right so to minimize exposure from the tear, I awaited my introduction to the doctor…

What seemed like forever and a day later the doctor strolled in. “how are you doing today” she asked me. “Do you mean aside from sitting here exposed with this ripped piece of paper that won’t fit even half way around me? Good, and you?” She laughed, I snickered and we proceeded with my exam. The results – things are underway. I am thinning and starting to dilate (only 1-2 centimeters). I’m already full term, so any day is good, though stayin in there till daddy gets home would be ideal.

We discovered one other thing at the doc’s office yesterday (aside from how much I enjoyed not having to tell my kids to “sit down right now” “stop arguing” and “don’t touch that”), my hemoglobin is low and I now have to take iron supplements. Not really a big deal though.

Published by Tiffanie Lloyd

I am a detail-oriented and energetic multi-tasker traveling at the side of my best friend, and momma to eight amazing kids. God has gifted me with creativity; I'm an entrepreneur, writer, and photographer with a passion for women's health, particularity in childbirth. I'm a Parenting and Childbirth Educator, Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor, and working toward certification as a Holistic Nutritionist. Thanks for stoping by! Be sure to check out my archives, and sign up for notifications about new posts!

9 thoughts on “I don’t like the pink piece of paper!

  1. That picture is so beautiful. You have such a glow. While prego I was (at my biggest) just shy of 200lbs and not happy. I wish I had looked like you.Is it a girl? Is that why a pink piece of paper. I can’t believe they would give you so little. What happened to a blanket?

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  2. I am excited that soon you will have a new baby! Praying for you that God will grant you a safe and smooth delivery. Take care and God bless you and family!

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  3. Oh, Tiffanie!!!I work for physicians, and I know what you mean about the paper just not doing it!! We finally switched back to cloth gowns, cloth sheets–a little more expense wise for the practice, but the patients are so much happier!!Love your picture!! You look so beautiful!! Pregnancy must really suit you!!And you’re on your way–hope this little one waits for Daddy to get back.My last one–I was 5 cm. dilated the whole last month. I was told week after week that I was going to be early. Guess what?? She was a week and a half late.The best part though–I arrived at the hospital at 11:45 p.m. and she was born at 5 minutes before midnight!!In my prayers,Beth

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  4. Yep unfortantly the Docs forget what it’s like to be in our shoes/or nekid state…thus I’m glad to have had the same Doc for each prego!Congrats on your impending baby! and thanks for sharing in on my blogspot!See I’m still here!!!Why is this soooo addictive?

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  5. If it’s one thing I learned very early on about pregnancy, it was to check my modesty and dignity at the door! LOL! Blessings to you and your newest little one making his/her way into the world!

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