My First Ultrasound
Petrified of missing my first ultrasound this morning, I actually managed to crawl out of bed early enough to take a nice shower, blow-dry my hair, get dressed and check my e-mail all while not being late for the train. Total time: 63 minutes.
Unlike the rest of my week which consists of falling out of bed (sometimes literally, damn socks on hardwood floors!) thirty minutes after my alarm goes off, rushing to shower, running some air over my hair before pinning it back in a ponytail, throwing on whatever needs minimal ironing and then grabbing a cereal bar on my way out the door. Total time: 27 minutes. Ugh.
I rolled up into Penn Station at about 9:45, which gave me plenty of time to walk the nine blocks crosstown to the Tisch Hospital at New York University for my first ultrasound.
No, I am not pregnant. Just very, very tired.
Tisch Hospital is huge, but not as big as some hospitals I’ve been to (read: Oregon Health Sciences University which is enormous). I haven’t been to a hospital in a long time (read: April, but for a diabetic, five months is a long time) and I realized while walking through the lobby to the elevator that it’s only when I’m in a hospital do I really not feel sick. Which is kind of an interesting perspective to have. Usually when you’re in a hospital, you feel sick. Because you are, otherwise you wouldn’t be there (unless you’re visiting someone else who is sick).
I realized that that being around so many other people with much worse – or at least, much more obvious – illnesses made me feel like I didn’t really belong there. The only thing obvious about me was the little box clipped to my jeans, and even with the tubing, most people still think it’s an MP3 player. (It isn’t. Stop asking.) I don’t really feel sick. I know I am sick, but I don’t usually feel sick. Sometimes, when my blood sugar is really high or really low, I feel nauseated or in pain, but most of the time, I just like feel like me.
I checked into the Radiology department and took my seat in the waiting hallway (yes, it was a hallway, not a room). When they called my name, I followed a petite Indian woman and she took me inside. After just a few minutes, a blond, Polish woman escorted me into one of the examing rooms, where I laid down.
The room was dark and the bed terribly awkward and uncomfortable, tilted slightly. I wonder how many women, if any, have seen their babies for the first time there? I don’t know if the Obstetrics department uses the Radiology ultrasounds or not, but I liked pretending.
Just like all ultra sounds, there is that gel involved. It was really warm at first, but then it cooled down as the nurse ran the wand over my throat and across my thyroid gland.
The process took about ten minutes and then it was over. I wiped the gel off my neck and the nurse told me I could go.
I have to say, the experience was rather anticlimatic. I’m not sure if I was hoping for a big to-do, like an MRI is. I didn’t even get to see what it looked like.
I bet when I have a baby it will be more exciting…
Coming Tuesday: The results.