I had doctor appoinments both weeks 33 and 34. The doctors are keeping a close eye on my progress. They are worried about a fast delivery and want to make sure I make it to the hospital especially if this bambino decides to come before week 36 or 37.
Week 33:
I get internal checks every week now insert sacrasm. I am still dialating, about 2.5cm and almost completely effaced. I was instructed to stay off my feet and take it easy. They would see me next week. I did have the strep B culture done this time since they never got the results last time and I was unnecessarily given antibiotics.
Week 34: My doctors office called my in early. My first appoint was scheduled for Friday and they moved it up to Wednesday due to the impending bad weather. An ultrasound was performed since I am now 3cm dialated and completely effaced however the doctor was not quite sure where the baby's head was located. Turns out breech. Great. Now my instructions are if I think I am in labor head to the hospital for a emergency cesarean. I will admit I melted down as soon as I got to the car. My husband was freaked out poor guy when I called him. I am thinking there was some turning action that night as I woke up in severe pain. Like knives stabbing into my stomach. Then it was over. I am praying that this sweet babe is now head down.
34 weeks baby #2 |
Thoughts: I am really really anxious about leaving my sweet girl. I am not 100 % confident in who she will be with and that makes it even harder. Plus she has allergy issues, has never been put to sleep by someone else and I worry about having a c-section and being away from her for days on end. I have realized I have no choice and need to relax some but I cannot help it. Please tell me I am not alone. My husband will be with me for the birth and first 20 hours and then he will be headed back home to care for our girl (thank goodness). I am hoping I get released with baby at 24 hours, however I have to prepare for the worst case scenario and that could be longer.
My girl and I baking up a storm. (Yes we still rock our Christmas PJs) |
