Sorry everyone about skipping out on my Wordless Wednesday post! Between an added doctors appointment and getting ready for the Holiday weekend we decided to take yesterday “off.” Well, more specifically, after my doctors appointment we went out for the evening to dinner and a walk around the mall! Although we’ve never stuck to a specific date, it really is a “tradition” of ours at this time of year.
What was this extra appointment for this week? Well, I keep insisting to my doctor (more specifically my nurse practitioner) that while they are treating me as if I have gestational diabetes, they have not talked to me about inducing, which was done with my first pregnancy. I follow up this question with a reminder that I am not confidant about my actual due date, I am not having any contractions (nor did I with my first pregnancy) and we grow babies big in my family. I feel like she finally listened to what I was saying at this last Monday appointment when I asked about having an ultra sound to confirm the size of the baby. You see, baby is head down but not in any position looking like arriving! After my NP took some measurements she agreed that an ultra sound should be done, and soon… Well, yesterday was as soon as they could get me in.
I’m not sure who I should blame for this “big” baby thing… Whether the blame falls to my family genes or my in-laws may never be determined, either way, this little girl is big. In fact the ultra sound tech looked like she didn’t want to tell me how big my little bundle looks! After assuring me that the measurements for weight can be off by a pound or two she informed me that based on measurements, we’re looking at around eleven pounds. ELEVEN POUNDS!!! “Well, that sounds happy!” I told the nurse. She looked at me trying to figure out if I was kidding. I guess my sarcasm is so natural it’s hard to tell sometimes. Either way, I think hubby was more nervous yesterday than I was. Well, that was yesterday…
After a night of busy thoughts keeping me from sleeping, not to mention the potty disruptions, I went into work today knowing I needed to call my NP and find out what is going to be the next step. I really just don’t want to be in the hospital on Christmas, you know? NP is not in today, but the phone operator will be happy to relay a message to her. Tomorrow…
Okay, not going to freak out, nothing I can do, gotta let it go. Then I get a call a few hours later from a nurse whom seemed to want to “ease” my thoughts. I’m sure she thought she was doing just fine until I told her the nurse yesterday told me the baby looks about ELEVEN POUNDS and my due date is over a week away. She promised to call me back after she got the report and talked to a doctor on duty. Sure, I’ll hold my breath. No worries, I have a non-stress test tomorrow, so I figure when I don’t hear back I will just ask them in person. Nothing will happen today anyway!
I got another call at around 1:30 today from the nurse. She was calling to schedule my C-section. What? When did we decide that? Apparently the weight must be pretty accurate. Although no one has told me the length of the baby, so maybe that is a bigger factor? I was explained that at this point trying for a vaginal delivery would not be possible, too many opportunities for something to go wrong. Okay, I can handle this…
But I’m not dealing well. I mean, sure, now I’m getting used to it. I looked up information about C-sections. Not that I really needed to, I know enough women that have had them, both planned and emergency, and some with both! I think the biggest mental hurdle for me is the hospital stay. Geese I don’t want to be in the hospital for three (or more) days! Also, it’s the “unknown.” Not knowing what kind of pain I should be looking forward to, what won’t I be able to do for a few days? For a few weeks? I don’t want to be a wimp but I don’t like the idea of not being able to go-go-go!
What will I do to keep my mind busy and not go crazy? Well, there is still plenty of Christmas sewing to do! And the never ending pile of sewing that has been gathering over the years to fill in after the holidays. Not to mention the fact that I have neither unpacked the baby clothes nor have I packed a hospital bag, so I would say I’ve got some things to keep my mind occupied!
Thank you in advance for all your well-wishes! Honestly, I didn’t write this post to pilfer well wishes, only to help my crazy head put things back into perspective. Thanks for your time!
ELEVEN POUNDS?!Sorry. That wasn't helpful, was it?Did you schedule the c-section, then? When is it? Praying, praying, praying for you Heidi- for peace of mind and for a happy and healthy delivery of sweet baby E.