March 2, 2013, Saturday: This month’s visit to Rizza’s
ob-gyne for her regular pre-natal check-up.
Except for coccoids noted, Pap smear result was
good. (Sigh of relief.) Medication was prescribed though (forgot its name). Doc
S gave Rizza enough number of the prescribed med from her stock of samples.
Preggy mom vitamin was also prescribed (OB Smart
something?) replacing that folic acid stuff Doc S prescribed last time. Then
there was that medicine Duphaston, purportedly the solution to Rizza’s
bleedings. (More of this latter.)
We would find out later that the free samples Doc
S gave us were already expired. This was after Rizza had already used one. Tsk,
tsk. Negligence of both physician and patient.
We had to buy the prescription ourselves. But that
is not the concern; it was Rizza’s ingestion of an expired medicine.
Good thing it was just once. Rizza called up Doc S about the matter and she
profusely apologized, telling Rizza that anyway there is that three month
allowance for efficacy even after the medicine has already expired.
That hardly assuaged me.
On a brighter note, we already heard our baby’s
heartbeat. The Doppler fetal heart monitor gave us a clear audio of the beating
heart of our little angel. I wondered aloud why it was not the usual lub-dub
sound. Perhaps the baby was “nervous”?
Doc S said that was really the sound of fetal
heartbeat. It lasted only for about 2 minutes. But somehow, the moments
flowed in slow-mo, in rhythm with the sound of that heartbeat. I could only grin from ear to ear.
So this is fatherhood.
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