Blood pressure: Perfect
Weight: Pretty good
Belly Measurement: On the mark
Dilated: 1 cm (no changes)
Upon completing her check, the APRN asks, "Any questions?" Uh. Yeah. IS THIS BABY BREECH? She feels around my belly, with a perplexed look on her face. "No. I don't think he is breech...but..."
BUT.
BUT what.
"Let me check you again," she says. "Well, I don't think he is breech, but....I can't feel anything?"
.........................................
Immediately, I am both confused, terrified and mystified. Yes, I felt huge so I could easily argue he had a small planet to discover within me; but the reality of my size was finite. It wasn't THAT big. So, where the hell is this baby?
The nurse decided to perform a quick ultrasound to discover baby is neither breech nor head down. Instead, he was comfortably nestled from side-to-side in the transverse position. The nurse suspected baby had turned a full 90 degrees since my last visit.
I considered it a mild victory. He had indeed turned, just not all the way. Surely, he could do it again...right? Just as my internal monologue cheered my success, I realized: there is a (small) chance of a breech vaginal delivery but NO way to birth a sideways baby. Rats.
Meanwhile, the nurse retrieved my doctor's partner. The doctor explained that at just over 37 weeks, the baby probably still has some room to move. "There is a chance he will continue to move into position. There is also a chance he is already too big. If that is the case, a C-section is the only option." Just as I suspected. Rats!
The doctor offers an alternative. A version procedure. She explains that she and neonatologist will attempt to externally turn the baby into position. If all goes well, I will continue my pregnancy to term and have the natural, vaginal delivery I preferred (ha!). There is a small chance the procedure could induce labor, so I should be prepared. She could schedule me this week, as the procedure should ideally be performed before 38 weeks. Without much time to process, I decided to try the procedure. After all, I had a few days. Maybe he would turn on his own with just threat of a version! The nurse returned with my appointment. Tomorrow.
TOMORROW!
Gulp.
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