Suspected Macrosomia? Better Not Tell the Admitting Doctor.
I picked up my medical records on Friday. All I can say right now is that the study Suspected macrosomia? Better not tell is so aptly named. Better not tell Dr. Chavez, who proudly documented how he stood in front of me while I was in the throes of labor to loudly sing all 50 Ways to Maim or Kill Your Baby by Giving Birth Vaginally.
All fifty ways were fantastically fact-free.
Dr. Chavez, in typical obstetric episodic fashion, vanished and did not return on that high traffic August evening in the hospital. He made sure to corner my husband (within earshot of me, naturally) before he left to tell him the reasons why his wife was endangering his baby by showing up in labor and refusing the recommended cesarean and gave him a form to sign. My husband was so petrified that he doesn’t even remember what he signed.
That whole experience can be best described by a compound word that begins with “cluster” and ends with an expletive. It’s been nearly four years and I can still remember the “medical” idiocy like it was yesterday.
Dr. Chavez was out to protect someone with his cesarean sales pitch. The only problem was that it was not me or my baby that he was trying to protect. Instead, he lied with a goal of scaring us into a cesarean and so did his colleagues I met with the week before.
So-called defensive medicine ceases being medicine the minute it becomes defensive. At that point, I didn’t even need medicine! I needed a safe place to give birth. When I look at how close Dr. Chavez came to inflicting iatrogenic injury on me and my baby and taking us from low-risk to high-risk for no justifiable medical reason, I wonder how all of these smart doctors can collectively and individually act so stupid. I feel very bad for all of the good obstetricians and obstetricians-to-be that I’ve met over the last few months whose profession’s reputation is being sullied by the cesarean epidemic.