I’m at the hospital to see my doctor. It’s an emergency. I’m afraid something is wrong with my baby.
This is my 3rd time doing IVF, and the first two times I miscarried. They both started with the same symptoms, one of which I have now: a bit of light spotting.
I get called in to a room and lie down. There are a LOT of people there. My normal female doctor, an older male doctor who is consulting, nurses, and oh crap that really hot young guy is staying??? I’m scared of this, I’m afraid he’s a doctor and will want to touch me and my body will react and…
My usually doctor starts asking me questions. She wants to run a few tests first. Ok fine. So I’m lying back and answering her questions while getting poked and prodded (no, really, the tests just seem to involve poking and pressing on me in different places). The young doc is still there, but he hasn’t said anything, they haven’t introduced him, and they haven’t done anything invasive in front of him. I realize this means he is a med student, and that they will have to ask my permission if he is to stay for any real exams. Ok, good, I can just say no and avoid an embarrassing situation.
But also, there’s something about him that’s a bit creepy that I didn’t pick up on right away. The way he is so quiet (really, why isn’t anyone talking to him?), the way he stares, almost leers, the way the older male doc is just telling him what to fill out on his practice chart… Something’s not right, and I think my doc knows it, but can’t do anyway.
I’m moved, somehow. Same bed, but different location. Did I pass out? Did they put me out? Why can’t I remember? I don’t know where I am, and I’m starting to panic even more, because now I’m scared I’m about to lose this baby in a strange place and it could have all been prevented.
I lean up and look around. There’s lots of other beds, all in a line. It looks like we’re in a giant RV. There’s a counter on the front wall, like you see at the deli. It’s on 47. The young doc is up front, below the counter, doing something I can’t see. He doesn’t know I’m awake. He leaves, and I roll out of bed, determined to get somewhere safe. This guy kidnaps pregnant women, I’m sure of it.
I get outside and realize I’m still IN the hospital, somehow. It really was a giant line of RVs. They’re all welded together, winding through this hallway or wing or wherever I am. They take up entire door ways, so I can’t get out of this section. Except I see there’s a door to the outside! I peek out that, and see another door close by that I can go back in and I will know where I am. Neither the older or younger doc are in sight, so I make a break for it.
Turns out I only thought I knew where I was going. Part of this building is a school, a school that I attended a number of years ago. I’m wandering (jogging) through corridors trying to find something familiar, trying to dodge all the new students rushing towards lunch. I find the cafeteria (NOT by following the hungry students) after recognizing a familiar hallway. I find my doctor and am talking to her. She’s not surprised by much of what I tell her, but she doesn’t have much authority to do anything. She’s suspected something is up for some time now, but she didn’t have any proof.
Then, unrelated, I spy one of my friends (coworkers? First she is Kristen from work, then she is Patsy from hs) who comes over to talk. She asks if I know the sex of the baby yet, she knows it’s close to the time to find out. I say no, because I don’t want to jinx or curse this one, I don’t want to get close and then have it taken away.
Annnnnnd then my neighbor snowblowing wakes me up.