Well, two reasons. The more trivial one is that I'm a high-maintenance patient. A frequent flier if you will. My file is the second thickest one of his patients and he's told me the other lady is on like her 7th kid. His words were, "You're the thickest file with only two children by a long shot!" I think he secretly thinks I'm amusing but he treats me like a daughter when I ask him to bend his rules. When I was about 6 months pregnant with Ty, I asked him to do an elective c-section because labor and delivery completely freaked me out. He said "Women have done this all by themselves for centuries. No." Then at the end during my weekly (in my case twice-weekly) visits I asked him for a numbing agent because things were highly uncomfortable during the process of figuring out if I was dilated. "No." Hmmm. One day he told me that whether I wanted it or not he was going to make me get an epidural because he knew I couldn't handle the pain of labor. Then the day before my scheduled induction my blood pressure was up in his office so they admitted me to monitor it and as hard as I tried to keep it up (anyone figure out how to do that?!) it went down to a safe level. I'm kidding about wanting to know the trick but at the time I was serious. He came in and I begged him to "get this thing done." He just shakes his head at me. God love him.
And that was just with Ty. With Charlie I knew I'd have a c-section because of the predicted size of the baby AND the pregnancies were too close together in his opinion to try a VBAC. I was totally OK with that! I was much more calm throughout with her until the end, when he had to do an amnio to check her lungs. That day, when the sonographer--is that a real word--called him in to do the procedure I asked him if he knew for sure how to do it without poking the needle in her head. Sean tried to kick me on top of the table. More head shaking. He's a champ at the whole keeping his cool with hormonal women. My Dr. not Sean. Actually Sean is too. He has three sisters. I picked a good one.
Okay the real reason he mentioned tying my tubes is that because I've had gestational diabetes with the other two and it got worse with Charlie. I'm a "high risk" pregnant person. Much extra monitoring, rules, office visits, specialists, neonatal people in the delivery, etc. Not saying he doesn't love seeing me twice or three times a week there at the end, clearly he does. It simply puts the babies at risk for a few things before and during birth and it puts me at much higher risk for developing Type II diabetes later. My endocrinologist said having more kids adds to my risk factor every time I'm pregnant. First baby was 30 %, second another 40 %, etc. For you diabetics, this is an every day part of your life. I am in awe of how you keep it all together and I admire you. I do not want to be part of your circle and I'm going to do what I can to fight it off. With Ty I was on one kind of insulin. With Charlie it took two different kinds, five shots a day. If you have kept up with this blog at all you know I'm prone to forgetting things. Forgetting phones, diapers, or dates is one thing. Forgetting insulin is another.
Okay so back to the jeans. Aren't they cute? They would up my cool factor for sure.