What's going on.

Entering my second trimester, I felt great. Energy to play with Eddie, energy to cook dinner, happy to be pregnant. This past weekend we took a trip to celebrate my sister in law, Amy's birthday in Bloomington. When we got home Sunday night, I started to have an asthma attack just hanging out on the couch. The asthma attack was bad enough that I felt I should take an inhalor, and wasn't sure if I could.

Cue call to on-call OB. Cue follow up Dr. appointment on Tuesday. Tuesday I was still feeling short of breath if I moved around for more than 10 minutes. Ick. My doctor was very concerned that I had the flu and sent me to the hospital because only they had the quick result flu test and he wanted to know right away. So. Cue trip to the ER.

A positive flu test later, I had a very uncomfortable bed to hang out in for the next 6.5 freaking hours. Chest X-ray, tons of blood work, and a breathing treatment later I was given a prescription for Tamiflu and sent home. The only reason I was remotely happy during my ER stay was that my regular OB was directing the show via phone to the ER doctor. I even called him before my chest x-ray so he could talk me through the risks. I am very, very lucky to have a doctor that is so great....he even called me himself the next morning to see how things were going.

How were they going? Bad. The tamiflu kicks my ass, hard. I pass out within a couple minutes of taking it, get fever from it, and as of yesterday started vomitting...not to mention the fact that it has completely swelled up my eyes and for about 20 minutes from the time I wake up, I can't move my eyeballs because of the horriffic pain. I'm trying my best to keep food down, but it just isn't working. I'm sorry baby, I know you're hungry.

On top of all of that, I was sent to another doctor today (one recommended by my OB, so I had high hopes) since I'm pretty much banned from the OB's office until I'm flu-free, and he was horrible. He basically got a family history, looked at my chest xray and labs from the hospital and said he was confident I was doing fine. No looking at my oxygen saturation or anything else that my doctor had told me he wanted. And that's not even the worst of it...after I told him what the tamiflu does to me, he basically said that it was all normal, that tamiflu was a very hardcore drug and that I just have to keep taking it. Not before he told me that the fact that I have the flu is VERY BAD and that "it's my only job to stay healthy and I'm not doing that very well"  and that I could still DIE from the flu, he also gave me a lovely speech that the Tamiflu I'm taking is going to cause birth defects in my unborn child. He then listened to my lungs, declared me to be doing ok and left.

I got to the car, called Frank, and lost my shit. What kind of doctor can tell a mom all that, without any further explanation of "this is a class C drug, that while untested on humans it is deemed a better option for expectant mothers than not". Without saying "your OB made this call and he is better suited for these decisions that me". How can someone say those things with ZERO concern for how someone (especially a sick, hormonal and tired pregnant woman) is going to take said news? He was an ass, and I understand that. He wasn't the right doctor for me, but I had to have a follow up. Frank called my OB after he got off the phone with me, was assured that I should continue taking the Tamiflu - something they follow at the CDC's recommendation - and made him feel better. I got a call from my OB himself this evening, missed it, and wasn't able to reach him when I called back.

I'm so frustrated for so many reasons, but mainly because this doctor was completely insensitive, and didn't even do (in my opinion) a proper follow up (for many reasons that I didn't write here). I feel better that my OB called, mainly because I trust him beyond what I can describe and I'm happy that even though Frank didn't talk to him, word still got to him that something was wrong with this appointment. I hope to talk to him soon to further ease my fears. At this point, it is something I'm trying hard to accept and move on from worrying about. I'm desperate to get into the OB's office again, mainly so I can hear the ever-soothing sound of my baby's heartbeat. It's the only thing I want right now.