What Whould You Do If a Doctor Misinterprets Your Ultrasound Result?

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As I was browsing mylot for possible interesting topics I can relate to, Pregnancy section caught my attention. As I went over to some topics there someone was discussing about her miracle pregnancy and ultrasound procedure. I just can't help it but to be reminded about that almost terrible incident that happened during my third pregnancy (Christian our 3rd child is now 7 years old). During the eight and a half months of my pregnancy with him, I was ordered by my doctor to undergo a routine ultrasound procedure to monitor the position of the baby inside my womb. So both my husband and I went to this big hospital in the city which had some modern medical facilities and went through the procedure. I was just very confident about the procedure and its result because in the past months of that pregnancy, everything was just normal and I had been feeling perfectly alright as far as both my and my baby's healths were concern. We were told to be back in the afternoon of the same day to get and know the result of the procedure so we went back to the hospital. There inside his clinic was the doctor (not my ob-gyne) who conducted the procedure and happened to be the sonorologist (I'm not sure if my term is right but It's the term used in that hospital as I was listening to his staff) of the hospital, waiting for me and my husband. I just hated his solemn face as he started explaining the result of my ultrasound. According to his findings based on the result, he was not able to hear any fetal heartbeat inside but he saw a baby without his internal organs particularly the stomach and the intestines! When I heard it, I just felt everything around me spinning! I just can't believe what I heard from him since every single day, the baby inside me has been moving and kicking and full of life and then suddenly, a medical doctor tells me that the baby is dead! It was just devastating! What we did was to go back to my ob-gyne and poured out all our pains to her. I could still remember her strong yet calm reaction on our predicament. The only advise she gave us was to pray that the result and the interpretation could have been wrong. Three days later, I gave birth to a 7.9 lbs. bouncing baby boy and we named him Christian to thank Christ for him. I hated that doctor because of the anguish he caused me and my family but I was able to let go of my anger considering the great blessing God has given to us through Christian.