So here is the story:
On Wednesday the 1st of December i was scheduled for the ECV (the turning) of our breech baby boy.
Nick and i had researched this quite a bit and below you can see that i posted a video of one. The baby would be monitored before the procedure, throughout and overnight in the hospital to ensure that his heart rate didn't drop or he didn't go in to fetal distress from the procedure. Either of these would cause use to go have an emergency cesarian section. An option i was okay with because they didn't suggest i deliver vaginally anyway. (5.5-7 pounds is okay to try and deliver... they thought he was 7)
SO... we get there at 8:30 and start in-processing the hospital, they have me talk to the anesthesiologist and all of the doctors/nurses involved with either a c-section or the ECV. They all tell me all of the risks involved (not fun), and ALL of them say, "and if this doesn't work we will schedule your c-section." oh joy. This was the one thing i was trying to avoid this whole pregnancy! lol God works in mysterious ways. :)
So, by the time 2 o'clock came around i was dressed for a c-section (just in case) and wheeled into the room where they would try and turn the baby. The hooked up my IV to some medicine that was supposed to stop my contractions and some pain meds... they didn't switch it on. Good job folks! :) Oh well, again everything worked out.
THIS PROCEDURE WAS SOOO PAINFUL. I was straight arching my back, it hurt so bad. The doctors palms were literally in my pelvic bone with all his might pushing. OUCH KA POUCH! He was able to turn the baby half way so he was laying sideways in my belly, but then Jack just went back, and he couldn't get him to do a full 180 anyway. At this point my supportive and loving husband says to me "I am sorry..." i look at him to tell him it's not his fault only to see the back of his head sliding down toward the floor. My poor husband passed out. I knew he didn't do well seeing me in pain, but it was kind of a running joke that i was worried he might pass out during birth. OH DEAR.
At this point, i was in incredible pain and the doctor said i COULD wait a week and see if he turned on his own or if he was ready to come and possibly still under the weight requirement, or i could go in for the c-section right now. We opted to do that, after all the pain of the turn i don't know that i could handle trying to push the baby out only to be told that we needed a c-section anyway. We were ready and dressed for it, and it was safer for the baby to do it this way, so 15 minutes later Nick was holding our baby boy.
Born at 3:51 p.m. on December 1st. He was 6 pounds 8 ounces, and 20 inches long. He is the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.
So i am antsy, through this whole pregnancy i have been. Antsy to find out the sex and antsy to see him. NOTHING WAS WORSE than waiting 2 hours, knowing my husband and baby were upstairs gazing at each other, while i was sitting down stairs waiting. They said i could go when i could feel my legs again, so i lied... "yeah, the feeling is coming back" i said, then the nurse asked me to lift one of my legs... way to call my bluff! STINKER! :)
Oh well, we are all healing and happy and enjoying being a family now. :)
p.s. it was snowing SO beautifully on his birthday, everything was perfect.
p.s. it was snowing SO beautifully on his birthday, everything was perfect.
I love my little boy, end of story!
