Doctor day

Today was a day for doctors. I had a regular OB appointment today, the doctor listened to the babies heartbeat and it was perfect. I feel good and the appointment was a real breeze, it is always great when you go to the doctor and he wants you to gain weight! I also heard from the doctor who did our level II ultra-sound last week. He rambled off a bunch of odds for the risk of down syndrome, Trisomy 18 and one other syndrome- all the odds sounded good to me so I asked him if an amnio was warranted and he said something like "If those numbers sound good to you then no." I told him I thought they sounded good and he replied "good luck". It is a good thing that I have another appointment with this guy next week so I can stop reading into his "good luck" comment and Matt can tell me what the numbers mean. When I hear numbers I tend to shut down and can't understand the big picture, Matt is really good at putting it all into perspective for me. I know everything is fine and I have nothing to worry about, it will just be nice to have some reassurance.
Poor Sydney got railroaded today. I have been trying to get in touch with the pediatricians office since their doctors appointment to schedule her renal ultra-sound. I finally reached a person who was able to set up an appointment today. Taking her on such short notice was difficult because Matt was unable to come with us. Thank goodness my mom was able to watch Lior and Jordan because it would have been very difficult to manage all three kids for this appointment. I thought it was tough to get Sydney measured at the doctors office, well that was nothing compared to today. Sydney wanted nothing to do with the entire test. I tried to prepare her for what they were going to do when we were sitting in the waiting room. Her response was "No I doe wan to, I go see Namaw Poppa" and walked to the door.
Once we were in the room and showing Sydney the equipment things did not improve. She did not want to touch the wand or the jelly and she even refused to look at her belly on the television. I had to wrestle her into my arms and fight to keep her there. Keeping her still enough for the tech required me to squeeze her with all of my might without crushing her. I did not even try to keep her quiet because that was a complete waste of time. I think my ears are still ringing with the sounds of her crying. Sydney is as strong as an ox and now my body is aching, she seems fine, perhaps a little tired but not nearly as worn out as I am. Hopefully the ultra-sound will reveal NOTHING and she will require no further testing. We are keeping everything crossed.