I just spent the past 15 minutes with my butt propped up in the air, a bag of cold veggies against the top of my stomach and my iPod headphones shoved down my pants. Oh, and I also have clothespins on my pinky toes.
Call me crazy, but I'm trying to get our breech baby to turn around, and am willing to do just about anything.
At my midwife appointment last week, it was decided that since my uterus has been measuring "large" for the past few appointments, it was time to do an ultrasound to check on the baby. ("Fine by me," I thought… I love sneaking peeks at our baby, and just hope that 10 years from now there won’t be some study coming out saying that—whoops—ultrasounds are harmful, afterall.) So, I went in for yet another ultrasound this week and got some amazing 3D photos of the baby, which I find disturbingly magnificent. It feels a little like cheating, getting to see such a very real glimpse of our baby’s face even before the birth. But, it makes me that much more excited to meet the little guy.
The ultrasound showed that we apparently have a "big" baby—already 4 pounds 10 ounces (Most babies weigh just about 3 pounds at 31 weeks. Granted, the ultrasound can be off by as much as ¾ of a pound.) I was also told that I have "too much fluid" (which would explain all the eye-popping and jaw-dropping going on lately.) My midwife said that they would normally be concerned about gestational diabetes with excess fluid, but since I passed my 1-hour glucose test, we’re writing that off for now. Instead, I’ll have to go in for a non-stress test next week to check on the baby again.
Of course, news like this always gets me down. I end up questioning whether the baby is healthy, whether I’ve been doing the right things, eating the right foods, getting enough exercise, etc. At the same time, I’m trying to convince myself that a "big baby" is really not something I should worry about – Will and I are both bigger than average people, and it’s not out of the realm of possibility that we’d have a bigger than average baby. Still, I’m trying to start eating smaller portions and more protein, and am making an effort to get more exercise. Most importantly, I’m just trying to stay positive and believe that my body wouldn’t create a baby that’s too big to give birth to.
And, I’m doing anything and everything I can to get this baby to turn into the head-down position in time for the delivery. Charlie was breech all the way up to 37 weeks, and when my OB wanted to try an external cephalic version and started talking about a C-section, I freaked out a little bit. Desperate for some other options, I went home and Googled "turning a breech baby" to find another solution. I found a ton of exercises online, including the aforementioned butt-in-the-air position. I’m not sure if that’s what did the trick with Charlie, but after doing the exercises for a week, I went in for my next appointment to find that he had turned into the head-down position, saving us both from the external cephalic version and the threat of a C-section. I can only hope for the same outcome this time. So, tonight, I’ll be the lady with the big belly at the YMCA doing handstands in the pool. And, if I get a few sidelong glances, oh well. If it would get my baby to flip upside down, I’d do cartwheels down the street.
Join FitPregnancy.com's Managing Editor Dana Rousmaniere each week as she blogs about her third pregnancy.