I had my 37 week appointment this morning to make sure that everything is progressing normally. Everything checked out until the end when I asked my Dr. to double check to make sure that the baby is in the correct birthing position since she had never checked this before. After man-handling my stomach for a few minutes, she suggested that we do an ultra sound to see the position since she couldn't get a good read with her hands. I've had enough visits to the Dr. at this point to know that this response most likely meant that something was amiss, but I kept my cool and followed her into the US room.
As expected, it looks like Baby Granquist is happily "star-gazing" with his/her head wedged comfortably under my ribs. At 37 weeks and especially with a tilted head, it seems very unlikely that the baby will flip before D-Day, meaning that I am now preparing myself for a C-section.
I was a bit surprised by my initial reaction to learning that a "natural" birth was highly unlikely (natural does NOT mean no drugs in this context. Drugs were always going to be involved). In a weird way I've been looking forward to the challenge of a vaginal birth and the excitement that comes along with it. I actually cried a bit when walking to my car and the reality of having a planned C-section hit me. It was strange, especially considering that I've always said that having a healthy baby and mama is all that I really want out of a birth. I think that it was just the change in plans that I hadn't been anticipating combined with the raging hormones that did me in.
I'm feeling much better now. I called my Dad who has been an amazing source of calmness and clarity for me throughout this pregnancy and he helped me feel better. Now I'm actually glad to know the date of the baby's arrival. It will certainly make the planning parts of becoming a new parent a little bit easier.
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