We had a little excitement over the weekend…
At Friday’s appointment, I was surprised to learn that Baby Boy had done some acrobatics, that I had somehow missed, and was now head up, at 38 weeks and 4 days.
Being an, ehem, older mother (my file says ELDERLY! I kid you not, once you hit 35, you’re considered an ELDERLY pregnant woman, according to the medical establishment- I turned 39 this summer, if you must know), it was recommended that I have weekly non-stress tests and biophysical profiles during the last month of this pregnancy. Friday’s ultrasound looked good, but it was noted that my amniotic fluid level, while still in the normal range, had decreased considerably since the prior Friday’s tests. Less fluid means less squishy swimming room for baby to continue his acrobatics. Of course it was still possible, he had flipped once, he could flip again, but less fluid and rapidly approaching his due date, meant it could get less and less likely that he would turn back on his own.
So, I went in to our local hospital, to the labor & delivery floor, bright and early on Saturday morning to attempt an external cephalic version with an OB, assisted by one of the midwives I usually see.
It was uncomfortable, fer sure, but it was successful!
It only took a few minutes, and baby did an awesome job not showing any signs of distress.
All-in-all, it was a good day.
It got me thinking, about this baby, about this impending birth, about how unprepared I feel, about what I can do this week to feel more prepared, more connected.
I’m tired and achy, yes, but it really hasn’t been bad. When I think back to the final 6-8 weeks of my last couple pregnancies, I remember more pain, more chiropractor visits, more wishing to be done…
With babies 3 & 8, I had some pre-term-labor-scare moments, and I still managed to go past my due date. It’s how I grow babies, more like a crock-pot than a convection oven. I tend to cook them long & slow, simmering to perfection, hehe. (That’s one way to look at it, right? :))
Anyway, I was once again given the option of “elective induction” at 39 weeks, which officially, was yesterday.
I’m still pregnant. 😀
I didn’t really want to deal with all of the after-birthing-recovery during Thanksgiving…
We have talked about inducing on my due date, which would be next Monday, and I’m not quite sure that I’m committed to that at this point.
I don’t want to have to be induced, and even if I do, I don’t really want to do it on a Monday. I mean, if we’re gonna schedule something anyway, we might as well make convenience a factor, and a Thursday or Friday delivery would give me a long weekend to recover and would mean fewer days off work for my self-employed (as in, no vacation day pay) husband.
Personally, I’m still hoping for a spontaneous labor, but not necessarily the 45-minute kind like my last spontaneous labor, when Hope was born. I was thinking more along the lines of the 4 1/2 hour nice & smooth labor & delivery like when Grace was born. But, considering I went way past my due date again, and ended up being induced again, with Mercy, Joseph, and Faith, well, I told the midwife that I’m not holding my breath.
We’ll see. Every pregnancy is different, and anything could happen, right?
IT Guy had some important meetings this morning, so he told me not to have a baby until this afternoon. I told him, “Ok, hey, maybe I could just drop the kids off at our homeschool co-op today, and pop on over to the hospital and have a baby while they’re in their classes…” To which, he answered, “Well, maybe tonight would be better?”
“Works for me.”
I’m not holding my breath.
But, it could happen.