38 Weeks Pregnant – Update Time!

After my last post regarding my quest to encourage my baby to flip from being breech to a head down position, I went through many different levels of emotion. I mentioned how determined I was as my days were consumed doing inversion exercises, moxibustion / acupuncture treatments twice a day, and meeting with a chiropractor 2-3 times per week for the Webster Technique. I was indeed obsessed and a little out of my mind. After several weeks of treatments the baby stayed put, and I was in total fear.

I began to research breech deliveries and found out it was a true possibility. My midwives at GW Hospital felt that I would be an excellent candidate for breech delivery. Their practice does have experience delivering breech babies and the midwives work hand and hand with a couple of OBs who have skills with forceps for extra guidance should the baby need it as the head emerges last. Heavy stuff. Risky stuff. But not impossible. I researched more and discovered that breech deliveries were something that women have delivered from the beginning of time. No they weren’t routine, but the woman didn’t just die if her baby never turned vertex. The trouble is, OBs in the US have become out of practice since the 1980’s and have sent nearly all women with breech babies to the operating table. Delivering a breech baby turned into something that was an art form, a finite skill, to something no one knew how to do.

Today, interested OBs and midwives go as far as India to witness and learn how to deliver a breech baby. It can be done! My issue was that “all stars needed to align” for the team at the hospital to allow me to proceed. … The baby would need to be a reasonable size — and Jack was born 9lbs — which worried me. I am measuring smaller with this pregnancy, but I did worry that my body just makes big ole babies. I needed to have a normal blood pressure also, and all the emotional stress was causing my blood pressure readings to border just a little above average.

I had a melt down. I cried for four straight days out of fear that I wouldn’t meet all the criteria and would wind up in surgery. My family supported me for a delivery as did Daryle. I actually felt passionately determined, but yet I was so fucking scared of it not working out. Of me dying. Of my baby having brain damage or dying. On a Monday morning at 35 weeks, I wept silently through my Webster adjustment. And later that day when I met with my midwife — she knew I just needed to know. She felt my belly all over, felt down near my pelvis and said “that feels like a head.” She brought in the sonogram machine and quickly placed it on me — confirming that the baby’s head was DOWN. She had flipped in the middle of the night — because I never noticed it! Waves of emotion drew over me. Strength, power — the feeling of being in control of my body, tears streamed and hope rose again for a successful delivery.

It’s taken me a couple of weeks to get back online to share the news. I didn’t want to “jinx” the baby’s position because it’s been known to happen that a baby will flip back up to breech. But I do believe in my heart that she is going to stay head down. I enjoyed reading the point that eventually a baby’s head becomes too heavy and that’s why they naturally move to a head down position. So I will carry with me that she has a big head like me and will stay in the right spot from here on out.

Other than that, I am feeling huge! At times I really worry how I will juggle an active (nearly) three year old with a tiny baby. Jack has been my sweet baby — he has received all my love, attention, and heart for the last three solid years and will have a major adjustment once this little girl arrives. I want this baby to be as loved as he has been. I also don’t want Jack to feel deprived. I have a lot of love to give. I just pray for patience from all.

This past Monday, I had a series of eight contractions in a row. It took me a while and after they didn’t go away, I pulled out my labor app and tracked them some more. I had 12 more, mildly painful. Another emotional streak came over me. 37 weeks was sort of considered full-term, but I was not ready to go to the hospital. I drank some water and moved around and after awhile they subsided. From experience my midwife and doula separately agreed that those contractions mean the cervix is getting ready for delivery and that the baby may come early. Another point in this pregnancy that I wasn’t expecting. My midwife said “just when you think you have it figured out, there’s a change.” She said if more contractions begin to track them as I did. If they go away — continue on with my day. And if they continue, to give them a call. Second babies can progress quickly into what they referred as lighting labor. Bam! So in the meantime, I have packed my hospital bag, all baby clothes have been washed, and the car seat is ready. I’m just hoping to last as close to 39-40 weeks as possible because I think it’s best that way.

That’s all for now. Thank you truly for your interest reading my blog, love and support.


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  • <3 Katie I love you! I can't wait to see photos of your new babe. Thinking of a gentle labor for you.