Some days = Better than Others
7 January 2006, 08:37
After a relatively blissful 8 months of pregnancy with only the occasional bit of spotting and back pain, yesterday’s Birth Centre visit slam dunked me back into harsh reality;
1. My BP was relatively sky high. Which one could explain by the fact that the midwife had just told me that…
2. I tested postive for GBS. In these enlightened (and testing-heavy) times, the risk of a baby catching a nasty infection is remote (cruelly, the carrier is 100% healthy), but, untreated, there’s a tiny chance MiniMc could catch an infection from me while making its way down the Red Brick Road. It means I have the option of having penicillin at least 4 hours before delivery (an option I’m sure as hell going to take, I’d do anything to make sure MiniMc is born healthy), and I’d have to stay in the hospital for at least 48 hours so they can keep an eye on MiniMc. So instead of being excited about the labour, I’m a wee bit anxious about getting to the hospital in time to have the drugs and stave off any transferral of the infection.
Truth is, I’m not exactly upset about all this (a friend of mine had it also and made herself a mess over it, poor duck) as whatever happens, happens, there’s really nothing I can do or could have done about it, but I’m dispirited about the news – I’ve done everything right and Mother Nature has now thrown me a goddamn curve-ball at the eleventh hour.
3. MiniMc was curled up in the transverse position. At nearly 38 weeks this is a borderline concern, as no head down = no natural birth these days. The midwife hummed and haahed for a bit and finally said, “We might get you upstairs for an ultrasound to see what’s going on…” At the mere sound of the word “ultrasound”, MiniMc (and I kid you not) went “plop” and somersaulted into the head down possie. C.h.e.e.k.y m.o.n.k.e.y (I myself can’t talk, I was breech until about 2 days before my mum spat me out).
This kid has impeccable timing.
Of course, now MiniMc has slid back into the transverse position where apparently its very comfy (perhaps wisely keeping away from all that nasty bacteria…).
Midwife has insisted that I rest up in these last couple of weeks, but I HATE just dumping my arse on the couch and twiddling my thumbs. I have heaps of energy and want to get shit done, you know. I’m a Woman not an Amoeba!!!!
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