operation flip that baby: let’s be frank.
We went in for an ultrasound today, to see what position baby girl is in. Turns out, she is still breech. I was not surprised. I feel excessive movement in my lower pelvis still, and her funky position is prominent when I’m lying on my back.
This is supposed to be a cute shot of her yawning! But alas, it’s scary. She looks like a dinosaur.
We found out she’s a frank breech, which means if I wanted to, I could deliver her naturally in the hospital, here in Canada. What a relief! I am terrified of C-sections, even though the thought of pushing out a fat baby bum first is also slightly terrifying…
We found out how much she weighs, give or take a few grams. Well…let’s just say, she’ll take after both her mama and papa at birth. She weighs a whopping 7lbs right now, with 4-5 weeks left to go. If she gains the “normal” 1/2 pound a week, she’ll be over 9lbs at birth, which is fine. Little chunky is in the 81st percentile, meaning 81% of babies at her gestational age are smaller than her.
I had to wrap my head around the fact that she will be a big baby, and also that her bum is wedged pretty far down into my pelvis. I’m really hoping she’s not engaged yet. The ultrasound tech also said her legs were really long, and then he smirked at Jay, who has the longest legs in the world. I may be shorter than 6’6, but I have pretty long legs, and a small torso. I’m not surprised her legs are long, just a little worried she will tower over mama in the years to come. The tech smiled and said she’ll be a dancer, followed closely by the fact that we’ll need to get a Rottweiler and a gun to keep the boys away…
Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?
In any case, this is where we’re at right now: tomorrow morning I go in to the hospital for an external cephalic version, which is pretty much when my uterus is turned into a glob of play dough and mashed back and forth, in an attempt to get baby girl’s bum out of my pelvis, and turn her head down (click here to see a video of a successful ECV). I must say, I’m not feeling pretty confident, since the tech pointed out that there’s a 30% chance of success. I’ve read there can be a 50% success rate, so I’m holding onto that hope, and of course the hope I have in Jesus. His hand is on this baby, that I’m confident in. Either way, it will be a weird and emotional, not to mention uncomfortable morning. No food in my tummy (in prep for an emergency C-section if baby doesn’t tolerate the pushing; not likely to happen, but they have an OR on standby right next door just in case), an injection to soften the uterus, and meaty hands all over my belly, pushing to and fro. Thankfully the umbilical cord is not wrapped around her neck, and I have plenty of amniotic fluid floating around.
In the meantime, I’m still taking my homeopathic 200c pulsatilla, one pastille, three times a day, which is supposed to stimulate the uterus to grow more evenly.
I’ve tried swimming, and sloshing my belly back and forth under water. I’ve tried jumping jacks under water, and attempted to do a headstand, but as my mother in law can attest, I barely made it under the water before I gave up. I think it’s impossible.
I’ve been on my hands and knees, and tried all sorts of positions, most of which are very uncomfortable on my back, and cause some gnarly sensations.
The ice pack on the top of my uterus and the warm compress at the bottom, cause some movement, but nothing drastic. I have heard from my doula that a hot, hot bath, with bath water up to your belly button, and an ice pack at the top, can cause a breech to flip: she’s seen it happen! I plan on trying that after tomorrow, if the version is unsuccessful.
I’m still obsessed with my acupuncture sessions, but slowly giving up on the moxa sticks, as she barely moves an inch when we burn it. Most breech remedies are supposed to work within a few days, or so they say. I’m not giving up until the end! I’m learning I can only do so much. The rest is in God’s hands. And for me, that is the best place for her, for me, for everything to be.