We had our second visit with the midwife today, and it wasn't nearly so odd as before. Actually, now that I think about it, it was probably even more strange. Maybe we are just used to it now. This time around we were able to get into the building right away, and it not being spring break, there were no longer roving gangs of munchkins patrolling the church office-turned-women's health clinic.
We had our meeting sitting around the reception area / practitioner's office / records room. Really just a little desk next to the examination room and the lab. Actually, "lab" is kind of a misnomer. Its bi-fold doors indicate that it used to be a shallow closet, which at some point was installed with a countertop to hold all the lab equipment. There is a small card table to sit at for having blood drawn, but you have to kind of squeeze in, because the boxes of syringes, test tubes, and gauze seem to have found their home there as well.
The entire area (reception, records, office, lab, exam room) can't be more than about 300 square feet. Cozy.
Oh, how I love this place. And, as I have alluded to before, Sheryl is totally awesome. She listens to our concerns, she doesn't lecture us, and above all she acts as though she is genuinely happy and excited for us. Not common among medical types, in my experience.
And the puppies. Who couldn't love a midwife's office with puppies? I mean come on: babies and puppies in the same place? I thought my head would explode with the overstimulation of my brain's cuteness receptors.
All during our meeting Sheryl was tube-feeding a sickly day-old collie puppy, giving the tiny thing rescue breaths when it went into a seizure and stopped breathing for a few seconds. Apparently in addition to being a CNM, she breeds collies on her sheep ranch for herding and showing. You know, it reassures me that someone willing to give a day-old puppy CPR is taking care of d.w. during her pregnancy. Definitely in good hands.
Oh yeah, and apparently we heard a heartbeat today. Sounded more like a lot of dissonant scratching and whooshing to me, but what do I know? Still kicks ass.
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