Why I changed from my OB to a midwife practice

Last week I did something I’ve been needing to do for months –

I broke up with my OB.

I’m sad about it for a few reasons. One – I love love love my OB. I came across him by chance (I was going to another gynecologist, she retired, and I was transferred to him). From my first check up I liked him. He’s easy to talk to, listens to my concerns, never cuts my appointments short AND somehow is still always on time. And… let me be honest – he’s a fellow African America. Basically we feel like family. He was excited for us when we had the second ultrasound to confirm we were expecting (the first there was just a sack – we weren’t sure if this one was gonna make it). And I look forward to updating him on every appointment about my workouts/runs/baby movement/etc. His staff is also excellent.

The problem? Something I’ve known from that first appointment I had with him – a year before I got pregnant with this blessing.

His VBAC policy.

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