So I was grocery shopping the other day and hear my name being called out. I turn to find a couple that was in my most recent childbirth education class. The wife was looking tired and swollen. The husband looked eager and excited. I began with, “Oh, how nice to see you!” but was quickly cut off by the wife.
“I’m having a funny colored mucous plug, I think.”
Oh, jeez… here we go. Those damned mucous plugs!
“Oh, really?” I replied. I was secretly hoping my lack of specific questions would change the topic.
“Ya, it’s like this bright orange. And then some brown mixed in it.”Sounds like a 1970's plug to me. Perhaps we could add some avocado green.
“Have you talked to your doctor?” I asked.
“Yes, I called them during the night and the doctor on call said I was fine.” Oh, how the on call doctor must have loved getting that call at !
And so she continued on with every ache and pain, every symptom, every twitch. I tried to gently remind her that she was in the last days of pregnancy and most women experience unpleasantness. I reminded her that the mucous plug couldn’t specifically predict when labor was to begin.
Her reply was, “But my due date is 11 days away. Could I really lose a mucous plug now?”
My answer began as I started pushing my cart. This could turn into an hour long consultation if I didn’t make my move. I felt bad trying to cut this short, but could I really triage her symptoms at the grocery store? Did the other customers want to hear all of this (she was mighty loud)?
And so as tactfully as I could, I said, “Well, some women lose the mucous plug very early. Some don’t. But I hope to see you soon! Take care!” I could see the disappointment in her eyes, which made me think that she probably wasn’t getting many answers from her doctor and that she was getting very scared.