I've had my heart set on a vaginal delivery. Throughout my life, when I fantasized about the day I finally became a momma, I never envisioned being strapped to a table with nothing to look at but a huge screen & my new baby being held up next to my face for 30 seconds before being whisked away while I lie there for an hour or so getting my guts sewn up. I want to experience the whole thing. I want to be able to actually hold my baby and look at him and take it all in. It's not fair for some nurse to get to take care of him first! He or she didn't spend the last 40 weeks hauling around a huge belly. That's my prize for being such a hard core, husbandless, baby bearing, super lady! Ok? Ok.
Anyway, because my baby is such a chub, the Dr. really wants for me to have a c-section. The size of his belly is in the 98th percentile, which increases risk of him getting stuck in my birth canal by quite a bit. If the baby does get stuck, it can lead to some scary stuff like cerebral palsy. Yikes!
SO what's going to happen is I'm going to get up bright and early on Monday (the day before my due date) & get induced. I'm going to try for an old school vaginal delivery & if the baby shows signs of distress or starts to get stuck, then as a last resort I'll have to have a c-section.
Cody will probably be watching the whole thing from Afghanistan via Skype & my sister will be there with me for the big show.
I'm so excited! I can't believe how close I am to holding our baby! And having my man back shortly after! I will definitely be turning off my phone & locking the doors & hogging my husband and baby to myself.
Definitely won't be missing these sausage toes:
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