This last week I went to the specialist to get my VBAC approval. Wow, they really enjoyed spending their time trying to freak me out! I had to sign my initials by so many things that could go wrong saying that I understand everything that can go wrong. He said out of hundreds of births at the hospital a month usually three or less are VBACs. The last thing I signed off on said something along the lines of "I understand that a vaginal birth is much safer to me than a csection and that the risk of the above issues is 1%." I looked at the doctor with as much skepticism as I could muster from my tired body. He laughed and said he knows it doesn't seem to make sense and really it should be fine, just as many things can go wrong (if not more, as I already know from previous experience) in a csection but the insurance companies hate VBACs. He double checked via a cheap crappy ultrasound and baby is head down! Yay! That took some serious work. I did exercises, hung upside down from my bed and went to the chiropractor until this giant fetus flipped it's fat head down. This week I have to go get a better ultrasound again to see what baby is measuring at.
As much as I dread the thought of another csection, I did have to make some compromises and as it stands, I have a csection already scheduled for 2:00 p.m. on December 19th. I am doing everything in my power to not be there!
Here is the deal:
-I have a csection scheduled for the 19th, BUT it is just to have it on the books and have an end date for the doctor's. If I have given birth or am in active labor by 2:00 p.m. on the 19th we will not do the csection.
-I cannot be induced. My labor has to start and proceed naturally before the 19th at 2:00 p.m. I can't use medicinal measures to induce, but they will try all natural measures to help me out.
-If my ultrasound shows that Hulk Baby 3 is measuring at or pretty close to 9 lbs it will be automatic csection no matter when or if I go into labor on my own.
I've had on and off braxton hick's, only a few that have taken my breath away. Baby is definitely dropping and heading downward, I can breathe much better! I check my own cervix every now and then in the mirror. I know that's weird. It's changing, but definitely nothing too exciting.
Reality is upon us and it has finally hit. I am really, REALLY excited to meet this baby! I am super excited to find out what this munchkin is, a son or a daughter. I am counting down the minutes. Anytime I start getting crampy I get so excited hoping this is it. Clothes are being washed, I purchased swaddle blankets, my family helped us out with a crib, I just picked up a large pack of diapers, we hit up the Black Friday BRU sale and got buy one get one free bottles, although I'm hoping to breastfeed only I picked up a small package of formula, my sister in law is letting me borrow her pump, and almost everything is done. I would like to add that 90% of that happened this week, ha! I will be putting the car seat in the minivan hopefully this week.
The only thing I am nervous about is how the twins are going to feel about having a new sibling. They are spoiled rotten and I cringe at the thought of them not feeling special or loved to the max. We are going to find something to get for them to wrap and give them from the baby in the hospital and let them help with as many things right now as they can. They helped put the crib together and it was precious!
Here is me, 35 weeks and 2 days pregnant a day after a lovely bout of stomach flu. My face is pale and swollen, my hair looks like poo and I am packing about 34 extra pounds. Believe me friends, that did not stop me from stocking up on Reese's Christmas Trees. I don't know what it is about Reese's peanut butter cups in holiday shapes, but damn, they are delicious!