Baby is coming sooner than I thought!
It can be great to play some emotional music when writing. It moves the still and quiet parts of your innermost being that would otherwise hide beneath the daily moving about and simple-minded surface-level thoughts. Thanks to pure happenstance aka Providence, I found this gorgeous instrumental rendition of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" by The Piano Guys. Press play and continue reading. :)
The Birth Plan Revealed
We had more ultrasounds today. I woke up excited and nervous to just have answers. Did the placenta move? Would I be able to plan and prepare for a natural birth? Would I have to deal with the disappointment of never feeling a single contraction thanks to a scheduled c-section? Would I be meeting my baby early in a few weeks or waiting on an overdue little turkey?
When we arrived, one of the nurses remembered us well thanks to my sidekick, The Bubba Jug. I mean, it is a HUGE 52 oz. mug. Who could forget it? The ultrasound technician was the same sweet girl we had last time. As the tech took a number of photos and measurements of our little boy (who is estimated to be a sturdy 5lb.13oz.), I had a peace. I knew what to expect. I was prepared for the outcome. The doctor had to come in and press on my lower abdomen to move Cash's head up so they could get a look at the cervix where the placenta was hanging out. This did not feel so great! The doctor confirmed what we had prepared ourselves for. That stubborn placenta had not budged a bit. That durn thing had 14 weeks to move and has been resolute in staying put! He said I should schedule an appointment with a doctor and schedule a c-section as it is unlikely the placenta will move over the next few weeks. And in an interesting twist, the doctor said that because my placenta is actually on the frontside of my abdomen and not the back, they will have to cut through the placenta to get the baby out. Translated in Abby terms: what a bloody mess! Jt better not take any pictures at all or I'd imagine he'd freak out. :)
Next Steps
Our next step is to have a consult with a doctor in 2 weeks and schedule the c-section. I'll get one more ultrasound to confirm that the placenta is still in a dangerous position. My midwife is very positive and encouraging and wants to see me throughout this process in the hopes that perhaps a miracle will resolve my previa in 2 weeks. Though we can still and will hope and pray for that, we are at peace and ready to just move forward. The doctor said they'd do a c-section around 37-38 weeks. Today, I am 34 1/2 weeks. That means Cash Ryan is COMING SOON!!!
Thank you for your prayers. I have no doubt that this peace we have is because God has heard the prayers of His saints interceding on our behalf. Oh, and yes, I am disappointed. I wish I could experience the fullness and power of labor, persevering through the pain, and the sweet relief of delivering my baby naturally. It almost seems like a rite of passage as a woman - and I say seems because I know that pregnancy and birth do not make a girl a woman. God is faithful to remind me of all the blessings He has given me. I am blessed to have a husband to make a baby with (and an encouraging, supportive, godly husband at that!). I am blessed to carry my very own baby. I am blessed that my baby is healthy. I do not dare to place my hope in an experience or romanticize cultural norms. God is my hope and I thank Him for the steps He has directed. He is good no matter what.
The Birth Plan Revealed
We had more ultrasounds today. I woke up excited and nervous to just have answers. Did the placenta move? Would I be able to plan and prepare for a natural birth? Would I have to deal with the disappointment of never feeling a single contraction thanks to a scheduled c-section? Would I be meeting my baby early in a few weeks or waiting on an overdue little turkey?
When we arrived, one of the nurses remembered us well thanks to my sidekick, The Bubba Jug. I mean, it is a HUGE 52 oz. mug. Who could forget it? The ultrasound technician was the same sweet girl we had last time. As the tech took a number of photos and measurements of our little boy (who is estimated to be a sturdy 5lb.13oz.), I had a peace. I knew what to expect. I was prepared for the outcome. The doctor had to come in and press on my lower abdomen to move Cash's head up so they could get a look at the cervix where the placenta was hanging out. This did not feel so great! The doctor confirmed what we had prepared ourselves for. That stubborn placenta had not budged a bit. That durn thing had 14 weeks to move and has been resolute in staying put! He said I should schedule an appointment with a doctor and schedule a c-section as it is unlikely the placenta will move over the next few weeks. And in an interesting twist, the doctor said that because my placenta is actually on the frontside of my abdomen and not the back, they will have to cut through the placenta to get the baby out. Translated in Abby terms: what a bloody mess! Jt better not take any pictures at all or I'd imagine he'd freak out. :)
Next Steps
Our next step is to have a consult with a doctor in 2 weeks and schedule the c-section. I'll get one more ultrasound to confirm that the placenta is still in a dangerous position. My midwife is very positive and encouraging and wants to see me throughout this process in the hopes that perhaps a miracle will resolve my previa in 2 weeks. Though we can still and will hope and pray for that, we are at peace and ready to just move forward. The doctor said they'd do a c-section around 37-38 weeks. Today, I am 34 1/2 weeks. That means Cash Ryan is COMING SOON!!!
Thank you for your prayers. I have no doubt that this peace we have is because God has heard the prayers of His saints interceding on our behalf. Oh, and yes, I am disappointed. I wish I could experience the fullness and power of labor, persevering through the pain, and the sweet relief of delivering my baby naturally. It almost seems like a rite of passage as a woman - and I say seems because I know that pregnancy and birth do not make a girl a woman. God is faithful to remind me of all the blessings He has given me. I am blessed to have a husband to make a baby with (and an encouraging, supportive, godly husband at that!). I am blessed to carry my very own baby. I am blessed that my baby is healthy. I do not dare to place my hope in an experience or romanticize cultural norms. God is my hope and I thank Him for the steps He has directed. He is good no matter what.
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