Finally having hit the 12 week mark in this pregnancy, I was able to have an appointment with my actual doctor to discuss all the ins and outs ahead of us. Before then, appointments are mostly to get things done: blood work, dating ultrasounds, that sort of thing, all handled by the nurses.
My doctor, whom I absolutely love, walked in with a little gleeful “Oh my gosh, Kelly, I was so excited to see your name on my list last night!” We have bonded, she and I, largely because we just get each other. We see a lot of things in the same light, we handle things much the same way, and we just generally speak the same language. Because we get each other, she doesn’t talk down to me or over me like some doctors do, and my appointments are mostly us chatting and covering things on a very equal level. She ended the appointment by giving me a hug and saying she thinks we’re going to have a lot of fun with this pregnancy… Can’t beat that!
There was, of course, a laundry list of things on both of our minds that we needed to take care of along with the usual checking of weight, blood pressure, and baby’s heartbeat. Incidentally, I ended up getting another ultrasound; when she went to check the heartbeat, she warned me that – for whatever reason – she has a hard time finding heartbeats at 12, 16, and 30 weeks. Of course, she couldn’t find mine, so after less than a minute of trying she just chuckled. “That’s enough, I’m ADD. I’m not concerned, but I’m not letting you go home yet either – let’s just pop over for a quick scan.” Sure enough, baby was just demanding a photo shoot, floating upside-down (making it hard to find the heartbeat with a doppler) behind an anterior placenta (meaning it’s on the front of my stomach, between the baby and anyone trying to check on it). Eric was the same way, so that works for me.
Because my dating ultrasound measured 5 days off my due date, it was left to the doctor to decide what to do about it. She decided to leave it alone, so I’m officially due March 12, no backsies.
We discussed delivery options for this baby, and we agreed to do a VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). She said I’m a great candidate for it, and there’s no reason I’d need a second c-section (unless something pops up later in pregnancy, of course). I’ve already delivered a baby “normally,” my c-section was due to Danny being breech, I don’t have a history of having trouble in labor… There’s no reason not to, really. Some people cite some increased risks with VBAC, but in her words, (more…)