Sunday, November 03, 2013
... for every little thing is gonna be alright. (Bob Marley)
That song just came in head as I was thinking about writing this blog. This is just a update on what is happening with my pregnancy.
As of today my baby boy is 6 days overdue. I'll be 41 weeks pregnant tomorrow. Out of all the person I know who have had children, I do no know anyone personally who has been this overdue. But alas! here I am.
There is a saying that bad never seems good until things get worse. I totally get it. Three weeks ago I woke up and my biggest problem was that I had stretch marks. Last week Monday I woke up crying because it was his due date and he had not arrived. I thought he would arrive on his due date or before that. Was so disappointed that it didn't happen. Then I went to the doctor and things got worse. My doctor told me that the baby's head wasn't engaged, so he wouldn't consider induction, in fact, he would suggest I get a c- section by Friday. This C- section would be more expensive if my doctor did it but I had the option of going to a public hospital. Of course at the public hospital it is free, they have the best doctors, but the customer service is poor and waiting to see a doctor is long. I bawled my heart out. My heart was broken. I had the perfect birth plan, with my doctor at a private hospital with nice nurses, now I would have to tough it out in the public hospital system and I would be having a c- section, which to me was a last resort. I didn't see that coming. Suddenly the stretch marks didn't seem all that important.
Anyways, what is a girl to do? I felt really bad about all of this, seriously. I had a kind of guilt for a while. Did I do something wrong throughout my pregnancy? Did I exercise too much? Did I feel too good? Was I too happy? What? Why me?!!!!! I thought I couldn't manage all of this.
So off I was to the clinic on Tuesday to book a day for my C- section and you know it wasn't so bad. The doctor there told me to come back on Friday to be seen again and I would be admitted then and the c-section would be done on Saturday. I went to the clinic again on Friday, saw another doctor who told me that I'm 1cm dilated and the baby dropped a little, where as Tuesday the cervix was closed and his head wasn't engaged at all, so she is going to give him a couple of days to see if he can come by himself, if not I will be admitted and induced on Wednesday. Hallelujah! I didn't celebrate too much though because I know that anything could happen and I could still end up having a c-section. But I had time. The doctor did a membrane sweep and in the evening my mucus plug fell out. I know it doesn't necessarily mean I will go into labour soon, but for someone who was showing no signs of going into labour at all that is a good sign.
So now I am patiently waiting. I realize that a lot of these things are not in our control as much as we think t. Another thing I learned is not to bitch and moan when things don't go exactly how I want it, things could always be worse. I had originally thought that I couldn't possible wait an extra week to have my baby, now I am doing it. I am afraid of being induced, because I hear it is painful and I do not think in the public health system there is the option of pain meds, but if that is what has to happen for him to come out I am fine with it. I am not even against having the c- section either. I just want my baby here and healthy.
So this morning I play my Bob Marley and enjoy the waiting.
"Don't worry, about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright"