Perhaps you noticed my (very public) freak-out a few days ago.
The one where my OB calmly told me at 38 weeks that she was going on vacation, my baby was huuuuuuge, and she’d do me a favor by scheduling a C-section for…..today.
Guess where Baby Ben is right now?
Still in my belly. Enjoying the mid-afternoon snack that I just gave him…..almonds, chocolate babka, and OJ. Because you know, if he isn’t big enough already, I thought I’d fatten him up a little more.
My amazing doula spent a good 30 minutes talking me down from the ledge on Tuesday, and helping me to figure out some alternative solutions. I immediately called the “famous among local Mommies” Dr JDH, who for some crazy reason, agreed that taking on a 38 weeks pregnant VBAC mama with a huuuuuuuuge baby was a FINE idea.
I waddled in to his office on Wednesday. “Feel free to take all the time you need with him” his nurse said. “We want to make sure you get all of your questions answered.”
He was kind-faced, full of recent case studies and statistics, and looked at me like I had three eyeballs when I asked him what kind of eviction date he would give this baby. “You’re a perfect candidate for a VBAC” he said. “And if your baby is truly 8 or 9 pounds, that is not too big to birth vaginally.” Did I mention that when he measured me, I was 37……NOT 43 LIKE MY OLD DOCTOR SAID?! How does that happen? Fascinating stuff, this birthing business. Hmmm.
So here we are. Me, and Ben. I found the courage to choose my own adventure and switch care providers at 38 weeks, and Ben (hopefully) gets to choose his very own birthday.
Until then, we wait. We go night-swimming in this crazy heat wave. And we eat a little more babka.---here---