Christmas Day in London: darling, I'm pregnantBMJ 2000; 321 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.321.7275.1539 (Published 16 December 2000) Cite this as: BMJ 2000;321:1539
- Guillermo Ruiz-Irastorza, consultant physician
- Gipuzkoa, Spain
In August 1999 I moved with my wife from Bilbao in Spain to start a one year medical fellowship. We had been married for some years, but never tried to have children. Why not while in London? On Christmas Day we had a positive pregnancy test and many hopes about the future. Within the next five weeks our happy dreams had turned sour.
We booked the first visit with our local general practitioner in the seventh week of pregnancy. His only advice to my wife was to take folic acid, which she was already doing. Apart from that we had a brief chat about Spain. Never mind, we thought, we will soon be able to discuss our questions with the midwife or the obstetrician. We were wrong.
We would like to point out what a fiasco we found our first experience as NHS patients
What did the NHS offer my wife afterwards? Basically, unpleasant words. She was rejected from the hospital she was referred to, …