My nurse for the day came in and she was the same nurse I had when I was induced with Anne, Michele. Michele started Pitocin in my IV and when she checked me she said she couldn't feel Laynee's head, the baby was high and I wasn't dilated. I thought she was probably wrong because on Friday, at my last doctor's visit, the doctor checked me and said she was definitely head down and I was dilated 1 cm. Laynee had been a very active baby and especially the two nights prior moved around like crazy. I thought about that and I was worried maybe she did flip.
We waited for Dr. S to come in and see what she said. I filled out paper work, Joe and I even decided to go ahead and watch a mandatory video about shaken baby syndrome, that had to be viewed and a questionnaire filled out before we could be discharged with a newborn, while we waited.
I wasn't feeling very good, I had terrible heartburn and felt dizzy and lightheaded. Dr. S came in a little before 9 and she pushed and felt of my belly. I could tell by the look on her face she was kinda unsure. She got an ultrasound machine and as soon as she put the Doppler on my stomach her response told us, Laynee was no longer head down!
"Can I cry?" I asked, and she said we'd both cry together. She continued looking at how much fluid I had, how big Laynee looked and how she was laying. She said she thought Laynee would be less than 8 lbs, which I never believed because I was so uncomfortable and my belly was so big this pregnancy. She said that I had plenty of fluid for her to turn back and that she thought she was small enough to flip back too.
Dr. S tried to turn her while I laid on my back and then she had me get on my hands and knees and tried to turn her but Laynee didn't budge. She suggested I try getting into different positions, to see if she would turn. She also said I should place music on my stomach where we wanted her head to go and have Joe talk to her and maybe she would move in that direction. She told me to walk and keep trying the different things. Dr. S said she had a speaker in her car that I could hook into my iPhone.
|Joe's hand where her head was.|
Chris Tomlin's song "Sovereign", such a since of peace came over me knowing God was with me no matter what happened. I held an ice pack where her head was hoping she would move away from the ice. I sat on a birthing ball and rocked back and forth, it wasn't as relaxing as it all sounds. I was tired and uncomfortable!
After an hour of her not getting active and only having very vague movements I took my blood sugar and it was 185. Totally high enough that she should have been active.
All day long I had been worried that maybe we were missing something. Her unusual stillness bothered me all day. I wanted to be sure we weren't overlooking anything. I wondered if she needed to be born via c-section for a reason other than being breech and if maybe God was leading us in that direction for our own good. It was so hard to know, we had the liberty to make decisions and we just kept praying for wisdom and confirmation that we did the right thing.
When she continued to be lethargic we decided to go back to the hospital to monitor her and see if there was reason to do something before the next afternoon. At 6:30 we were back on the Labor and Delivery floor. They hooked me up to monitors and her heart rate was good, as it had been all day. She became a bit more active, active enough that the doctor and nurses weren't concerned. They said if I was comfortable going home that it looked good, so we came home.
Joe and I were both completely exhausted. We came home climbed into bed, both of us took TylenolPM and I slept so good! I slept the entire night with music playing up against my belly.
With the exception of the few pictures I posted from my cell, my sister took these pictures for us. I love them! When I was working through the reality of having a c-section one of the things I had to surrender was my desire for pictures during a labor and delivery time and my expectations of the moments that followed Laynee's birth. After doing things one way five times, it was hard for me to not be sad at the thought of things being so very different this time. All that truly mattered was a healthy baby girl and that is what I kept having to tell myself.