So, there I am: lying in a hospital gown that is oh so flatteringly open in the back and won't even fully close due to the enormity of my belly; a very painful (and it turned our poorly inserted) IV in my arm; in a hospital bed with a two in thick foam mattress and plastic covered pillow when a resident comes in and asks if he can do an ultrasound.
That's the thing with teaching hospitals - residents are in and out constantly doing only somewhat necessary procedures. I'd only been in an hour and my health and pre-natal history had been taken twice by different doctors. Very annoying.
But, an ultrasound? Who doesn't want to see their baby swimming around inside? So, he asked why I was having a section and I told him because I'd been presenting breech since my 37th week.
"Umm, are you sure? Because that's a head in your pelvis. This baby is vertex," said Dr. Liu, and he spun the monitor over and showed Nelson and I.
And it WAS a head. Pointing down. In vertex. The ideal position for birth.
Nelson and I were shocked. Shocked. We still are.
My doctor arrived shortly after that and confirmed via pelvic that the baby is indeed head down.
"This is good news! If your midwives will still perform a home birth, you can go ahead with that now," he told me.
The did a non-stress test to make sure the baby was okay - my placenta is fine, my fluid level is good. So, that's where we stand. The midwives were ecstatic, as was my birth assistant. We are ON for a home birth, assuming the baby comes before I'm 42 weeks (next Saturday.)
And, in all seriousness, I don't think there has EVER been a woman more happy to be on the verge of 41 weeks pregnant.
Babies don't turn after 38 weeks? My ass!
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.