Almost at 31 weeks and the burst of energy that I received during the second trimester is slowly fading. Naps are now my best friend. I love them. I wish I was taking one right now instead of writing this post.
So, we found out a month ago that our little girl is currently breech. Frank breech to be exact. This means she is literally folded in half inside me with her feet all the way up by her head. I think that is pretty impressive. Sarah thinks "I am cooking a winner." The doctor is giving her one more month to turn. After that she is pretty convinced it won't happen due to her size. So at that point I will be scheduled for a C-Section, a procedure I got to witness in our last birthing class.
We viewed several videos during the course but this was the only one that we received a warning before it was played. Apparently some people can only handle watching a baby's head being pushed out of a vaginal opening. One of those people is Sarah. She watched some of the video through her fingers when her head wasn't down. I was committed to watch the whole thing with eyes wide open.
First off, let me say, they are not gentle when opening you up. I almost yelled out "Hey, hey...Take it easy!" to the doctors on screen. Is it really necessary to man handle someone's outer layers of skin and muscle tissue so violently? Than after forcefully grabbing the baby's head and ripping it out of the mother, they jam that little suction thing down its throat three to fifty times in a manner that is horrifying. That bothered me more than watching the incision.
What a welcome to the world. Hey there little one...excuse me while I jam a foreign object into your trachea repeatedly. All is full of looooooove....
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