Posted on September 22nd, 2012
I wanted to let you know the latest scoops on Baby #3, since I know there are some of you wondering. Here’s how things stand:
- On Tuesday, we had our final ultrasound at the hospital, and our final appointment with Dr. S.
- Baby had a perfect biophysical profile once again, and her head is down (although the rest of her is kind of curled over like a comma, so her bum pokes my side as usual).
- We have been officially released back into the care of our midwives, and plan to deliver at the local hospital.
- Dr. S wished us all the best and asked us to visit with the baby if we could, which was very nice.
- I’m not going to miss those appointments, though. An hour’s drive each way, plus SO much waiting. I had a 15-minute ultrasound, and a total of about 10-15 minutes of conversation and checkup with the nurse and the OB, and yet was at the hospital from 9 until after 12. Sigh.
- On Thursday, I saw my midwife and we made a plan, which is a relief. I like plans – inasmuch as you can make one for the arrival of a (non-scheduled-C-section) baby.
- Some lovely stretch-and-sweeps scheduled for Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday;
- Home-style labour-encouragement methods in the meantime;
- One more ultrasound, local this time, on Wednesday (if baby’s still in there);
- Induction gel for my stubborn cervix on Friday evening (if baby’s still in there);
- Pitocin (synthetic oxytocin to start contractions) at the hospital on Saturday morning, the due date… unless I go into labour on my own. Nobody is keen on me going post-date with a history of stillbirth.
- I’m really glad my midwife will be there, in any of those eventualities – and she’s really excited too. Having been the one to catch my beautiful, still Sebastian, she seems just as eager to see his healthy sister as we are.
- We’re actually hoping I’ll manage to go into labour on Thursday afternoon, since Sean is now into his official apprenticeship classwork, and really can’t afford to miss any shop days.
- If not… my next hope will be to avoid the Pitocin. Been there, done that.
- In any case, the real point is… Baby will be here, in our arms, very soon! It’s the actual home stretch, at this point.
- CAN’T. WAIT. To meet her. Excited beyond words to see her face, snuggle her, nurse her… mother her.
- Can’t wait for E to meet her, too. He’s met three very young babies in the past week (7 weeks old, 4 weeks old, and 11 days old), one of whom was his cousin. He was fascinated by all of them, and really wanted to get close, hug them, be involved somehow. He keeps talking about how they’re “so, so, so cute!” I can imagine this will only be more intense with his own sister. (I might die of cuteness myself.)
- As much as E is looking forward to the arrival, it’s pretty clear he has some subconscious worries. The clingy, mommyish behaviour continues, as well as whininess that we’re doing our best to discourage. I’m trying to give him piles of love and snuggle time, even (or especially) when he’s really irritating. Since that de-escalates him best, I’m guessing he just needs the reassurance. And I already feel bad for how much things are going to change for him, very soon.
- As for my own anxiety factor – and Sean’s too… I’d say it’s receding. We know that if anything were to go wrong at this point, it would have nothing to do with Sebastian – and it’s no more likely for us than for any other family.
- While we wait out these last few days, I am trying to remember to enjoy the pregnancy, in case I don’t do this again. I sometimes forget to luxuriate, since being this big is awkward – heartburn is an issue – bending over is a project – stretch marks have surpassed my expectations – sleeping is not very comfortable – and me getting out of bed in the morning from our mattress-on-the-floor is like a round of slow-motion rhino-tipping in rewind.
- But I do love feeling her move. When I can just lie there and feel that, I’m happy.