We’re still waiting in these parts for baby to arrive. I saw the midwife this morning after climbing Jacob’s Ladder, thought 242 stairs might get things moving. Nup. Not really. My cervix is now 5cm dilated, which is halfway there, pretty impressive considering there hasn’t been a lot of contraction action happening since about 37 weeks.
This sure is one strange pregnancy. Most of the first twenty weeks were spent haemorrhaging and threatening miscarriage, and then from twenty weeks on I experienced some incredibly strong Braxton Hicks and backache, always seeming to threaten to go into premature labour. Incredible that from 37wks when full term was reached there has been little action at all. Perhaps I over did it willing baby to stay put?
Since 38wks and a scan that suggests baby is another biggy I’ve been trying everything I can to coax this baby out. I’ve walked and walked, in sunshine, rain and storms. I’ve tried acupuncture. Eaten red dates and pineapple. Eaten lots and lots of curry and danced the horizontal jig. Baby just doesn’t seem to want to leave the comforts of my womb. Sweet really… but I am starting to get rather concerned about the pending birth. It is important to me that I have another VBAC. My last birth was a VBAC after two c-sections. The whole experience, most notably the recovery, was worlds away from my ordeals following the caesars.
The longer time passes the harder I think this is going to be. I’m visualising a positive birth. I’m practicing my breathing and my affirmations. The doctor and the midwives at the hospital are all really positive and believe that a vaginal birth can be done. Faith. I have faith …but there is some niggling doubt too.
I suppose the extra time has been useful. There has been knitting, sewing on the binding of my third quilt and we traded in our old Suburu for a Carnival. Yep. I now drive a Mama bus. Strange. I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually. I’ve never driven an automatic before. I’m still finding myself reaching for the gear stick and have a minor panic attack fumbling for the handbrake for a hill start.
… anyway, no time to blog much more – I’m off for another walk, and perhaps a stern talk to this baby about the benefits of being out!!!