I had my ob appt this morning. The girls and John came with me. I have been having some could be labour moments over the past few days and I didn’t want to be stuck in North York by myself with the car. I am a big baby when it comes to delivering children.
Dr Shuen examined my belly. The baby is still head down and high up. I am also still measuring 39 weeks. He seemed quite pleased that I wasn’t over 40 weeks and decided to give me another week until he checked my cervix.
When I went into labour with the girls I wasn’t even sure I was in labour. By the time I called Bonnie to ask if I was just being silly I had already been in early labour for 12 hours. When I was checked at the hospital an hour later I was already 2-3cm dilated and having contractions that made the nurses monitoring the central station ask if I had been given pitocin. I was feeling pretty much normal.
Dr Shuen wants me to go to the hospital as soon as I feel anything. I am a bit nervous about my ability to diagnose labour and even more nervous about what happens if I miss the signs! Thursday night I was getting consitent tightening with slight pain for over 3 hours. I went to bed and told John if I couldn’t sleep through it we would go. I slept fine. Last night it started up again but again went away.
Today I asked Dr Shuen for some more specific guidelines on when to come in. He decided to check my cervix just so we would know. Cervix is closed tight. No baby anytime soon. My pelvis on the other hand is apparently very narrow. The concerned voice was back. Apparently I am built for 4 and 5lbs babies - not so sure how a turkey will go. He’s back on section in the interest of everyone involved.
We’ll talk dates next week - he figures sometime after the 7th.
Now I don’t expect my pelvic bones to suddenly shift so I think this is the end of the section/no section talk. After two evenings of “should we call in the backup and get to North York” a nice planned stress free section doesn’t bother me one bit.
The girls were funny at the appointment. Every week they ask if they can come to the baby doctor with me and are disappointed when I say no so this was a big treat. John brought them in to listen to the heartbeat then we went back to the waiting room to wait to see the doctor. Emma kept on saying “Is it my turn?” and when we kept on saying not yet she took it up a level to “My ear is sore. I need to see the baby doctor.”…then Leah’s tummy was sore… Once we were in with the ob they both sat on John’s lap and watched intently as he measured my belly. After he was done John had to get them both up on the table so he could measure their “big bellies”. Needless to say they won’t be attending the birth of baby C - I can only imagine what they would come out of that room saying!
