Pregnancy, especially the last trimester, was just a blur. I remember my first trimester and constantly worrying if we told people too soon or if something bad would happen. Then I moved into the second trimester and got used to saying to people "I am pregnant" as it became more and more obvious by my growing belly. The third trimester was still good but I definitely got more and more uncomfortable towards the end. I could not find a comfortable position to sleep in, sit in or anything! I would constantly have to get in and out of my seat at work and it just got more awkward. But, all in all, I couldn't complain.
The last month brought more changes than I could have ever imagined. My goal is to try to recount them all in this blog and hopefully I will accomplish this.
The major turn in my pregnancy was during my 36 week checkup. I had my first internal exam to see if I had any dilation or progress of impending birth. Unfortunately, my doctor realized that the baby was not in a head down position but she wanted me to go for an ultrasound to double check. She informed us that she either felt a foot or a hand. If the baby was not in a head down position, there were going to have to be further discussions as to what we were going to do about it and what it meant for a "normal" birth.
We made an appointment for an ultrasound and found out that the baby was in the breach position. What made it worse was that the baby was footling breach. This meant that the baby's head was in my ribs, one foot folded up near the head and one foot straight down basically standing on my cervix. This meant that if I had gone into labor, a foot was going to come out first and make for a very difficult delivery. The next day we went to the doctor to get a game plan to see what our options were. I wasn't prepared for what she was going to say...C-section. While my doctor gave us all our options, it was decided that it would be best for us to schedule a C-section because I was not going to be able to have this baby the old fashioned way. I was seriously crushed. While I didn't show it in the doctor's office, I was crying by the time we got to the car. I had never had surgery before and have never even broken a bone! How in the world was I going to go through major surgery for the baby. What seriously made it worse was that it was our anniversary. Definitely going to remember that anniversary!
Josh and I talked and did research on the Internet for C-sections and recovery. Josh starting finding some pros about the procedure to raise my spirits, which did work. I talked to more and more people and found out that this may not be the end of the world and people do it every day. I had called the doctor to see when I can be schedule for the procedure. I was due April 7 so I was hoping to get it around then. I was going to have family in town so it was going to be perfect from a timing standpoint. But when I called the doctor, I was given two choices for dates. March 28 or April 11. I really didn't want to go much past my due date if I could avoid it because I was getting more and more uncomfortable as the days progressed. Not to mention, Passover was quickly approaching and I really didn't want to be on food restrictions while in the hospital. There was enough that was going to be going on! So we scheduled the C-section for 4:30 P.M. on March 28. Now was just the countdown.
The pregnancy after that was over in the blink of an eye. Planning after we received the date of our C-section, there was nothing else that needed to be planned. I didn't have to have my hospital bag packed or worry about waking up in the middle of the night to make a run to the hospital. While it still was a possibility that I could go into labor on my own, it was a remote possibility.
So I spent the next two weeks finishing up. We finished the baby's room, washed some baby clothes, returned duplicate items, purchased things we didn't get and just did some general clean up of everything pre-baby. In addition I finished up at work and making sure that I left directions for everything since I was going to be gone 12 weeks.
March 28 was quickly approaching and I just couldn't stop thinking of when I called Josh up to our bathroom because I got a positive pregnancy test.
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