Went in for my 32 week ultrasound. Found out the baby is still breech, frank breech to be exact (his legs are up by this head). According to the doctor, there's only an 8% chance he would turn head down by the time he's due. Because of this, she has schedulded me for a c-section on the 26th, two days before his due date. Of course she'll check again in 5 weeks to see his position but the chances aint great. I'm not sure why I'm so bummed. People have c-sections all the time. You don't have to worry about contractions and water breaking and delivering the placenta. Heck, that whole problem about pooping on myself is also solved. But there's a part of me that feels as if I'm going to miss out on the whole pregnancy thing. I didn't lament that I didn't get to experience morning sickness or weird cravings or stretch marks, but not pushing a baby out my vagina is really causing me sadness.
There are things you can try of course to get the baby to turn. I've been hanging upside down on the stairs. I will start swimming and I have a prenatal massage scheduled that supposedly will help. C'mon Caleb! How am I supposed to guilt you with stories of how many hours I was in labor with you if you wont turn?
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