Ultrasound

Today was a rough day. An emotional day full of tears and fears.

I had my ultrasound, after having to wait almost an hour due to a mix up in paperwork that had to be fixed before I could be registered. The baby is indeed breech with a foot lodged rather low. They took all the measurements and the machine estimated the baby to be 37ish weeks, with a head that is off the charts. She said its a really big baby- 8 pounds and 4 ounces already, give or take a pound. How do they come up with that anyway?

I don't know if it was the big head, or the weight, or the feet planted firmly in my pelvis that broke the wall of tears- but I got into my car after the appointment and I cried. I cried when I got home. I cried when I told Matt. I called Dr. H's office and left a message with the nurse asking her if she had recommendations for a chiropractor who specialized in pregnancy and the Webster technique to try and get baby to flip. Pretty much immediately after hanging up Dr. H called me back and told me about the ultrasound. She also said that my fluid was measuring a little low and she wanted to schedule another ultrasound for the next day to get I looked at. She wanted to make sure I wasn't leaking. She explained that if fluid was fine we could try some different things to get baby to flip but that our LO (or should I say big one) has been in the same position for quite awhile now and just may be stubborn and not move. But she didn't want me doing anything until after he ultrasound. If fluid was low we would talk about scheduling a c section (she did say not until the first week in March though). Unless I went into labor and started contracting.

We got off the phone, and I cried.
I cried when I told Matt, I cried when I told my mom. I cried when I texted friends. I cried. I researched c sections and I cried. I sat and thought and I cried.

I knew the baby was more than likely breech. And I knew that more than likely meant a c section. But to hear Dr. H say we will talk about scheduling a c section hit me HARD!

With low fluid, a big baby, feet down, and an anterior placenta I knew an external version probably wasn't going to be successful. And I didn't really know if I wanted to try and manually turn the baby anyway.

I worked myself up and thought that I was having contractions. At this point I had "okayed" myself with the fact that a c section would happen if the baby would flip. I of course don't want a c section, but I thought if it were scheduled it would give my parents the opportunity to get here for it. And I liked that idea.

But of course my next freak out started soon after because "what if I go into labor- then it would be an emergency c section and that would be done immediately. And there is no way my parents would get here." I was not ok with this.

I took a bath, ate some dinner and relaxed. I just finished adding some things to a c section birth plan I'm working on (just in case) and wrote down some questions to ask Dr. H.

Fingers crossed for good news tomorrow.