So, today’s news wasn’t good. The placenta hasn’t moved, and probably won’t. It’s still marginal. Even if it moves a lot, there’s still the issue of all the blood vessels that are there, and cross the opening of the cervix. No escaping it, I will be having a c-section.
Visit to the High-Risk people was a bit odd today. They did everything backwards. I met with the doctor first, when I usually see them after the ultrasound, so there’s something more to discuss. The doctor was nice enough. Asked how I was doing, checked swelling, recommended unisom for my sleeping trouble – but nothing for the pain. It’s the pain that’s keeping me up, not just a simple insomnia. Then, the conversation sort of floundered – He didn’t check the baby’s position, we couldn’t discuss birthing options, as we didn’t know where the placenta was. I, of course, had questions after the ultrasound, but didn’t have a doctor then to talk to.
Then I got to sit with the nurse to have heparin training. I’m being switched to heparin from Lovenox. The heparin is two shots a day, and you need to fill the syringes, they don’t come pre-filled like the Lovenox do. I hate doing the shots, but if I have a choice, Lovenox is the preferred shot. Rum or lemon drops would be better, but that’s a different story.
The heparin training went well. I remembered most of it from last time. I joked that she prescribed me 100 needles and 60 doses/vials. Better safe than sorry. I’m sure they’ll put me back on Lovenox after delivery anyway. This time around, they can actually take the extra doses of heparin and Lovenox, and get them to people who need them but can’t afford their medication. There wasn’t something like that last time. That makes me feel good… Sort of recycling for drugs. LOL.
Finally, the ultrasound tech is ready for me. Back we go. I get situated on the table and she lubes up my belly. Scanner on! She confirms that the baby is indeed head down, and her feet and hands are off to my right – around 3:00. The little one is still a bit oblique, but yay! Head down! Next, off in search of the placenta, which is still covering the cervix. Wonderful.
By this time my back is beginning to scream. The tech notices I’m very uncomfortable. I ask if I can sit up for a minute and she said it was fine. We chat about babies, and sizes and things. I tell her about how I can’t sleep on my left or even reclined thanks to my stupid hip. That I get to go to the chiro after we’re done there. We start off again, as she said she could get most of the measurements while I lay on my right side. Oh, the relief!
Watching the measurements on the screen was a bit freaky. They were all 2-3 weeks ahead. This baby has become freakishly large again. A watermelon. LOL. She’s back up in the low 90th percentile. As the tech gets a head measurement, she comments that the baby has a lot of hair. LOL. That explains the almost non-stop heartburn. Though Teagan had a bit of hair, and I had horrible heartburn with her too.
We then take a break, and swap to the wand to get a good view of the placenta previa. Fun. LOVE that wand. A resident comes in to evaluate the situation. Marginal. Still. Great. The resident then calls a doctor in to confirm. The two of them discuss, remeasure, discuss. All the while my back is killing me. After about 20 minutes, they have enough shots of my cervix and the placenta. His recommendation is to do a c-section, scheduled at 37.5 weeks. Amnio before hand to check out lung development.
Crap! That’s next week!
Measurements for this not-so-little one put her at 7.5 lbs at 36 weeks. In four weeks she’ll be quite large. Mid 11 pounds. I may be happy for a c-section in the long run. LOL!
Truth be told, I’m a little freaked out. I called my OB to set up an appointment tomorrow to discuss things with an OB, they’ll be the ones that actually do the section, not the people I saw today. I’ll be able to ask all sorts of questions, and maybe I’ll come out of the appointment with an actual date.
Is it the birth I want? No. But circumstances are what they are. It’s not because of anything I did, or didn’t do.