Is it a burl?

I went for the 6 week post-delivery check up yesterday. I have to say I still feel ambivalent if not slightly depressed about my choice of doctors. I told her about my negative experiences during labor (aside from the things I know every woman endures), like how a doctor who I had never met was to make the decision regarding sending me home because I wasn't dilating. And, well, she was apologetic in the politician sense of (I am sorry for how you feel (not for the cause of your feelings)). She said that they typically inform patients regarding their group practice policies in the literature I receive. Basically, she said I should have known because I didn't read through every word of what I received in their folder of crap.
Look, I considered myself to be well read regarding what information I was given and I seemed to have glossed over the you-may-get-screwed-during-labor paragraph. The more I think about it, the more angry I get.. Not sure at my doc and her practice's completely detached, seemingly inhuman policies toward labor or just why I didn't make different decisions that I would have made had I know what I know now. Like, apparently I was offered to get to know all of the doctors in her practice. NOW I think that I would have accepted the opportunity, but she said that most patients don't opt for that. NOW I think that patients don't opt to meet the other doctors because they are told that most patients don't opt to meet the other doctors. Maybe I am getting too emotionally attached to these thoughts because I am a new mom and these things make one emotional, but right now I feel unhappy with my doctor. This is NOT baby blues. I have baby happies. I love my baby and how amazing she is probably makes me care less about the doctor issues as they are temporary glitches in the world of wonderful. But here's my issue. I am really NOT happy with having a doctor who thinks that it's okay to let a woman fend for herself during the biggest moment of her life in terms of just being totally unprepared for the possibility of long labors and having thousands of people that she has never met "check out" her most private areas and make huge decisions for her. It should not be okay that there was a blurb in the literature. My doctor is a woman, no? Why can't they treat us how she would want her and her friends or her children to be treated? Is this what medicine has become? Is this what the world of lawsuits has brought us? Doctors who are afraid to talk to us and treat us like human beings because if they don't tell you something you can't find on google, then they are open for a law suit? I don't need to be pals with my doctor, but I wish she would talk to me like I was a girlfriend and tell me things she would want her girlfriend to know as far as what to expect during labor. You know, the stuff you can't find in the literature. Oh, I could rant on and on... but I don't want to dwell too much on the negative...just needed to get it out. I am not sure I care enough about this to try to find a new doctor at this point, now I know all of the negatives it's better than the unknown at this point...plus I am lazy about these things. If I can't get a referral, then I don't want to have to do research. Especially when it comes to the "down-there" doctors...It's not like having several people look at my teeth before I decide I like them.
The other fun tidbits about my doctors visit was the nurse (immigrant from somewhere in Africa with an intelligible accent). When I came into the exam room, she looked at Olivia (clearly dressed in florals and girly clothes) and said what sounded like "oh, what a cute baby, is it a burl?" Is that a way to cover all of your bases in one word? An amalgamation of boy-girl so you are at least 50% correct? The irony is that my mom just recently informed me how, because I was lacking in the hair department (as is Olivia) as a baby, most people mistook me for a boy...even with the pink outfits. So, I have passed on my sexually ambiguous baby looks to another generation. FanTASTic. Well, at least there's hope for her in the future...as both of her parents are smokin' hot adults ;-)
Other fun facts from my doctor's visit: I gained two pounds (Although I am convinced it's the heavy sweater and shoes I wore on the scale this time). I "now" have the clearance to work out.

"OOPS"

What have I learned:
There will always be fine print that you will gloss over and it will become important later.
It's great to have a gyno for a dad who can tell you it's okay to work out so you don't have to wait six weeks when you feel up for the challenge earlier.
I need to seriously change the medical world. I wish I was good at documentaries.
Nothing trumps a great baby. All problems seem small when she's in my arms...or sound asleep so I can blog, brush my teeth and hair and face the day.