1st Midwife Appointment
Today I had my first Midwife appointment and was very excited. It ran on time, the midwife was truly lovely and kind.
She gave us a gift bag full of goodies and info about what to expect and what our options might be. The sad part came when it was time to check my weight.
I’ve struggled with my weight my whole life. I’ve never been as slim as the other girls my age although growing up and throughout high school I was by no means fat, just bigger than the other girls at a comfortable size 12. Now since finishing school and moving on to full-time work I’ve steadily stacked on the kilo’s, about 5 kg’s a year since 2006. at my worst (which was recently) I was a size 18 and 96 kg’s I’m also 5’3” so not very tall at all. However, I don’t actually look 96 kg’s. I’ve basically kept my shape, there’s just more of it now, (especially in the boobs!) At 6-8 weeks Pregnant I dropped 7 kg’s and until this week I had maintained it, I have now put on 1 kg of baby weight.
Now, admitting this isn’t easy as trying to lose it has been an ongoing struggle and being so heavy has been a source of shame for me (when asking my grandmother if I could maybe wear her wedding dress on my wedding day and being told there was no way in hell it would ever fit me, she was a size 6 when she got married and I’m a ghastly size 16! oh the horror! A bit hurtful really).
So the midwife calculates my BMI and am informed (very sweetly) that if my number had been 2 higher I wouldn’t be able to have my baby at that hospital, because I’d have been too fat. (my words not hers) So if my first baby appointment had been at the hospital rather than my GP I’d be forced to go to another hospital for being morbidly obese. MORBIDLY OBESE! As a now size 16! I’m OK with the term overweight, I am not in denial, I am overweight. In the little chart of weight I am supposed to gain during this pregnancy I am categorized as Obese and should only gain 5 kg’s, which I’m OK with. But the word Obese has really offended me. If 96 kg’s is classed as Morbidly Obese and requires a specially equipped hospital, what the hell do we class people who are 100 – 200 kg’s? Because when you get to the stage where your exhausted just walking to the toilet 50 meters away and are puffing by the time you get back, that says Morbidly Obese to me.
After completing my appointment and deciding I would like to go through the midwives clinic rather than the OBGYN I go to make my next appointment and the poor midwife runs out looking so guilty, to tell me she was just booking me in with her superior and was told they can’t take me until an anesthetic has assessed me and I will probably have to see the OBGYN after all.