TL; DR: They can't accommodate if I'm late from a flat tire, but the doc can take his time (past my…read moreappointment time) singing through 2 songs before he gets to me. Not endearing. Exam and appointment were brief and less than thorough. I left with more anxiety than I had come in with. Switching practices.
On the day of my very first prenatal appointment, I was both excited and anxious to get to my OB! Unlucky for me, I left work to find that I had a flat tire. While I was at a shop getting it looked at, I called the office and told them about the situation. They told me they could only accommodate me if I was no more than 15 minutes late. I guess that's fair, but that's even more stress compounded on New Mom Nerves.
The shop threw on my spare and I made it to my appointment by my original appointment time! Phew! But then I sat and waited.. and waited. I was one of three women there, and the other two made it in before I did. (There was no one after me.) I got into the room 20 minutes after my appointment.
The nurse pretty much just asked me about current medications (all vitamins, a low dose aspirin, and an herb I need help weaning off of). Then I waited for Dr. Pozzi. By this time it was 25+ minutes after my appointment. He met with another patient and then sung through two songs in the hallway (another ~10 minutes) before he entered the room.
He had apparently only glanced at my health history (asking me about my migraines), but did not look at the medication list. The nurse had said that he'd "want to talk (to me) about the aspirin," but he never brought it up. He asked a little demographic information and then moved on to a very brief physical exam.
That was it: no blood work, urinalysis, or any info offered about how the exam went. It was less than thorough.
I had been concerned about my pregnancy symptoms suddenly disappearing (FYI, my mother scared the bejeezus out of me by telling me that the only times she miscarried pregnancies was when she lost her morning sickness). I don't feel that my concerns were really addressed - just "schedule the ultrasound," which was 2 agonizing weeks away. (Note: The next week, I called requesting at least blood work for HCG values, and the nice nurse scheduled me for an ultrasound the very next day so I wouldn't have to wait in suspense any longer.)
I made a follow-up appointment (I was told it had to be with Erin Keech, the PA-C), and I asked what it would entail. The receptionist girl didn't know nor bother to find out for me. She then handed me a small folder with a few papers, telling me to fill them out and give them to the hospital Information Desk before my due date.
I felt like my time was wasted on such a brief, surface-level appointment. I didn't learn anything, my concerns weren't alleviated, and to be honest, I was quite perturbed listening to the doctor sing through multiple songs while I waited in high anxiety for my first OB appointment as a new mom (after being told if *I* was late, I couldn't be accommodated). I know the singing is Pozzi's schtick, but is wasn't endearing in that situation.
Dr. Pozzi was a GREAT surgeon for me back in 2008 when I had a Bartholin's cyst and gland removed; however, I didn't feel valued at what should have been a thorough and informative prenatal appointment.
As such, I'm switching practices. The new practice was shocked that I hadn't had any blood work aside from the initial one that confirmed my pregnancy. My first appointment with them was 2 hours long and thorough as all hell, covering extensive family history, meds, nutrition, exercise, weight gain, urinalysis, blood draw (7 vials!), and a 2 pocket folder with a plethora of information. Night. and. day.
