Final "consultant's" appointment today. He didn't turn up (although I saw him there) but sent a fifth doctor, who knew nothing about anything, and had a completely new perspective to scare the crap out of me. This fifth doctor went to try and get him when I started to lose it and I heard him outside the door saying "what does she want?" and refusing to come in.
I am exhausted from having a two hour tantrum about the lack of answers and the fact that, at 39+6, while being offered a sweep, I still do not have a clear sense of where I should go when I go into labour. Since last summer I have asked about the MLU at every single appointment with every single person and today was asked "well have you rung them and asked if they will take you?". No. I have visited, I have talked to mws there, I have talked to community mws about it, I have talked to doctors about it. No one has ever said: phone them and ask if they will take you.
A very pleasant and logical mw appeared in the midst of the shouting and answered many of my questions. All the doctors disappeared. It is ironic that the problem with the whole supposedly consultant-led experience has been the absence of the sodding consultant. I mean I am not anti-consultant and pro-midwife, I am just de facto pro midwife because I am anti being totally fucking ignored and having direct questions totally fucking ignored.
It was liberating in a way, shouting things at the top of my voice like (in reply to "who said that?") "I DON'T KNOW BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T WRITE THEIR NAME IN MY NOTES, ALTHOUGH I ASKED!" etc. And actually I think it got me a lot further than all the good-girl behaviour to date. But god I am knackered; and part of me is also afraid of how I will be treated if they see me as "the difficult one"; and a lot of me is so enormously stressed by the experience that I really don't know if it was good for any of us.