Yesterday was one of those days. The kind where nothing goes right and my pregnancy hormones were raging. My husband has been working ridiculous hours and was not able to come with me for the first time to my doctor’s appointment. After waiting a half hour past my scheduled appointment time I was finally ushered into a room. Immediately, I mentioned to her that I was experiencing some slight pain. Nothing crazy just like a strong “zing” that I thought would be better to discuss than ignore. She smiled and said that it was most likely his head pressing on the top of my cervix. Then she laid me on my back and felt around my belly and she said “yes, that is definitely his head…feel this.” Sure enough, it felt like his head was down and I could feel it by touching the bottom of my belly. A surprisingly large round, hard lump. However, she wanted to do an ultrasound just to confirm.
Immediately, I was downright giddy at the prospect of seeing my little man. I had not seen him since our 20 week ultrasound appointment and didn’t anticipate any more ultrasounds. That happiness soon turned to disappointment as his image appeared on the screen and she shouted “it is his butt and he is big!” Seriously? I totally felt like I cursed myself in yesterday’s post where I said he would be a huge baby. Immediately, my mind went from “that is kind of funny that my kid has a J-Lo booty” to feet down=breech=C-Section.
My doctor told me some exercises I could do try flip the baby- downward dog and getting on all fours and rocking front to back. I left the office immediately and then I cried a little on the drive home. Yes, I am completely aware that 34 weeks is still early and he may turn and all of this drama is for nothing. If you haven’t noticed, I am definitely dramatic. But my doctor c also said he doesn’t have a lot of room to move in there. I am “all baby” and shit. I felt like I did something wrong. Have I not been drinking enough water? Am I too anxious thus tightening my abs and that is not allowing him to move? Or is he just procrastinating and I am completely overreacting? I sincerely hope it is the latter. But seeing as 93% of babies have turned by now, I am worried. Thanks Dr. Google!
At the end of the day, the term C-Section frightens me but not having a healthy baby frightens me far more. The health of my baby is my number one priority. My doctor is going to check him again in 2 weeks and then, if he is still breech, we will make a further decision. Pregnancy is tough like that. You give up all of your control beyond what you eat, drink, and occasionally what you do for movement. There is a whole world in there that feels like it has a mind of its own. Patience is key. And now, more than ever, I am learning to be patient with my body and let him do his thing.
Flip, baby, flip.
PS… Any tips on flipping a breech baby other than ECV?