We found out I was pregnant one morning in Rome. It sounds more romantic than it actually is because we were staying in a room, in a crappy hotel, that smelled like mothballs and was making me even more nauseous than normal. When we got back to Hungary, I emailed my midwife from my first pregnancy and asked her if it was OK to wait until the start of the second trimester in order to seek prenatal care. I knew that we were going to be traveling for the next 6 weeks and trying to find an OBGYN was something I didn't really want to do if I didn't have to. Since I basically had a normal pregnancy last time and felt fine this time, she said it was up to me to wait. So, I did. I didn't see a midwife until we came back to the states in October. I was 13 weeks along.
We moved to Bogota when I was around 28 weeks along. I was kind of scared to give birth here in Colombia: not because I doubted the quality of care that I would be receiving (unlike the advice that I got from several non-Colombian family members who had never been to Colombia, at least not in the last few decades) but because I was worried about the high C-section rate prevalent among private hospitals. We decided that we would meet with the OBGYN, Dr. Alfredo Ruiz Rivadeneira, that my cousin had recommended to see if he seemed like the pushy doctor who valued his time more than my and my baby's health.
We moved to Bogota when I was around 28 weeks along. I was kind of scared to give birth here in Colombia: not because I doubted the quality of care that I would be receiving (unlike the advice that I got from several non-Colombian family members who had never been to Colombia, at least not in the last few decades) but because I was worried about the high C-section rate prevalent among private hospitals. We decided that we would meet with the OBGYN, Dr. Alfredo Ruiz Rivadeneira, that my cousin had recommended to see if he seemed like the pushy doctor who valued his time more than my and my baby's health.