Casper Nicholas

The last weeks of my pregnancy went by as if I was underwater. Each day dragged on and with every hour that passed without so much as a Braxton Hicks I became more uncomfortable. I tried hard not to be impatient, though I suspected (and was right) that I would go pretty far past my 'guess date'. Friends and family sent messages daily enquiring about the whereabouts of the baby, which I appreciated but found also made me anxious. I felt open to whatever birth experience was coming my way—I just didn't want to be induced.

On June 30th, 8 days past my due date with no signs that I was anywhere close to going into labour, we went to BC Women's early in the morning for a routine check-up they give to women who go past 41 weeks. I first had an ultrasound to check fluid levels and everything looked good. We went down the hall to have an NST done. They got me all hooked up and within 5 minutes things started happening. The nurses started to look concerned and were having me move from my right to my left side. Out of nowhere someone slapped an oxygen mask over my face and they started to wheel me away down the hall. I really didn't know what was going on but this strange sense of calm came over me. I could feel him kicking away as normal so I wasn't very alarmed. Andy chased after us and they explained that his heartbeat had decelerated way down and didn't come back up to totally "normal" range. There was mention of a c-section then. It was a little shocking. We didn't have anything packed because we thought we'd be in and out in an hour and back home waiting another week for him to show up. They wheeled me into the labour & delivery triage and decided to monitor me for a few more hours because he hadn't had any more big decelerations. Over those hours he did continue to drop down into the 90s but would come back up right away and they didn't seem that concerned. His heart rate was a little slower than what's considered 'normal' but after a few hours they realized that was normal for him. They weren't happy to leave it any longer, and so, I was induced. Of course.

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30 Weeks

Last week we found out our boy had flipped from his previously super low, head down position to head up. That would explain all the hard poking protrusions that've been happening around my belly button the last little while! Our midwife is not at all concerned; it's still early, but I've become preoccupied with getting him to flip back. I've done forward leaning inversions, breech tilts, knee to chest, child's pose--all the exercises. I'm trying not to let worry overtake me, but I want the best for him, obviously. After a few days of research I started feeling bad that something I'd done had caused him to be breech, like holding the baby on my hip at work, standing for too long during the day or having bad posture, not sitting with my knees low all the time...any old thing. Andy has been so sweet through all of it. He reminds me that it's not a big deal right now, it's not my fault, I'm trying my best to help him switch back and if he doesn't, we'll figure that out when the time comes. He's been saying this is a great first lesson in parenting: you can't (and shouldn't) control your child. So, sweet boy, here's my promise to let you do your own thing for a while longer and try not to worry in the meantime. 

With less than 10 weeks to go now, I've started to think more about my upcoming labour. It is scary and intimidating to be staring down the barrel of an experience I know is so intense, long, physically taxing and painful. That preconception is a pretty big hurdle for pregnant women to overcome, I think. I believe that my body can do it, just as it's grown our boy so well so far without my input. Mentally I think there's some things to work through for myself. Having had 7 kidney stone attacks requiring narcotics to control, I feel wary about birthing a human head when tiny stones have given me so much grief. At the same time, even my midwives have expressed that passing kidney stones is worse than labour, so I feel maybe a little reassured that I've done a "harder" version 7 times, and without the reward of a newborn baby at the finish line. Part of me doesn't believe it's more painful, though. (How can it be? Maybe they just started saying that to make us feel better when we're crying and moaning and writhing around because something 3mm wide is trying to exit our bodies.) Our boy being breech for the time being has also brought up some feelings about c-sections I didn't anticipate. 

All in all, lots of thinking and reading going on here, and I'm feeling ready to prepare more for labour. We are really getting to the home stretch now! I'm so beyond excited to finally see and kiss your face, little guy. My little love.