At 32 weeks they floated the phrase “possible placental calcification,”
a term physicians sometimes use the way lawyers use “allegedly.”
It wasn’t presenting clinically.
It wasn’t supported by my labs.
It wasn’t behaving like a legitimate complication.
But it was extremely convenient for their scheduling matrix.
Still — I agreed to induction only because I assessed every factor myself.
And my son arrived completely healthy, small but mighty, a perfect little 4-pound miracle who held onto my finger like he’d been waiting centuries to meet me.
This moment crystallized something:
they don’t always know more — sometimes they simply talk louder.
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