That weekend I walked a lot of miles. I ate some spicy foods. I did some yoga. I prepped for Thanksgiving, fully intending to be in the hospital with a baby by then. Tuesday's appointment revealed nothing new--baby & I were still perfectly healthy. He measured 10lb, but nobody believed it--not even the sono tech--so she measured again and got 9lb, 8oz, which seemed more likely. The biggest problem was that the baby's head was still quite high in my pelvis. He wasn't dropping. Hmmm... that's exactly the problem we had with Eleanor. Is it a problem with my innards? Dunno, but my doctor pulled some strings to get me on the surgery schedule for Monday, Dec 2nd--which was 42 weeks exactly. Then we went back to walking, yoga, and praying a lot. Thanksgiving came and went--no baby.
The weekend that followed was one of the longest of my life. I wasn't physically uncomfortable, except for some random & sporadic contractions. That being said, the waiting was getting to me. The constant wondering with every twinge of "is this is?" was wearing me down. I spent 2 hours in Labor & Delivery on... Saturday I think, to be monitored because there had been some spotting & some contractions & maybe my water had broken, but no. None of those things turned out to be anything, so back home to try to continue on my own. Now, to be fair, the doctor on call did say that even though I wasn't in labor, she would go ahead & do the c-section that day if I wanted. I could have had a November baby. But I waited. I was convinced something was going to happen.
It didn't. We went to the hospital Monday morning, checked in, got checked, and prepped for surgery. I have to say, it was very encouraging to have all the nurses comment--unprompted--that I was the happiest, healthiest 42w pregnant lady they'd seen, and also that they'd never seen a 42w week baby so happy & active in the womb. So, there's that.
By the way, this is what I look like at 40w & 42w.
|Hiding my face from the world, or at least |
the camera, but only most of my face
|Surprise! Nearly 11lb baby in there, and is it just me, |
or did he get HIGHER?
|Here's me at 40w w/ Eleanor, who was 8lb, 7oz|
But on to the important parts. More pictures of the fresh baby
|Swirl in front, Alfalfa in back|
|Ready to brave the chill & head home|
|rockin' the newborn sleeper|