Boy or girl? We’ll know April 29

April 20, 2013

Nine days.

That’s when the baby is coming. My due date is May 7, but on April 8 I went for my routine doctor’s visit and had a sonogram. The ultrasound technician asked me if I’m diabetic, which I am not. I asked her why she was asking me that, and she said, “Because this baby is really big.”

Yikes.

Not only is this baby big, but he/she is breech as well.

As she continued doing her measurements during the sonogram, she informed me that the baby’s head measured 40 weeks.

Keep in mind, this appointment was four weeks before my due date. She told me that the measurement of the head was definitely accurate because the baby is breech.

Usually at this stage in the pregnancy they can’t get an accurate measurement because the baby’s head is down so low. After doing all of the measurements, she said that the baby’s weight (as of that visit) was probably 7 pounds, 4 ounces.

Yikes, again.

I then went in to see my doctor. I had a lot of questions, and a lot of scenarios that went through my head. I’m not really THAT surprised that the baby is big because my brother weighed just over 11 pounds, and they took me two weeks early because they thought I’d outweigh him. I was 9 pounds, 8 ounces.

But Finley was 8 pounds, 1 ounce, so a part of me just assumed that this baby would be like her. My doctor told me that there’s a chance that the baby will flip, and if he/she hasn’t by my next visit, they can do a procedure to help the baby flip.

“But what about the big head?” I asked her.

That’s when she told me that sometimes having a scheduled C-section can be the best scenario for certain situations. We talked about it a lot, and she told me to go home and talk about it with my family and pray about it, and then let her know what I decide.

After one night of doing just that, I woke up feeling very much at peace with deciding to schedule a C-section. What it all comes down to is this: The safety of my baby. If I can keep my baby from being stressed through a difficult birth that may or not result in an emergency C-section anyway, then that’s what I’ll do.

Sure, I’m dreading having surgery. But honestly, I was dreading the contractions anyway. So my C-section is set. April 29 at 2:30 p.m.

The next column I write will be all about the experience. (Well, minus some of the details you can all live without.) And you’ll finally get to find out if Fisher is a boy or a girl!

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