Story of Jude: Part 2

Saturday morning we drove to the hospital in silence. We checked in, I put on the hospital garb again, and started the monitoring. After the monitoring, ultrasound, and other tests, Dr. Hogue came to talk to us about our options. He told us that my fluid went from a 5 to a 7, but that it was still too low to try version, and was still too low in general, though not on the "dangerous" end, but it was a tiny step above. Dr. Hogue said we could have a C-section later that day, or schedule it for Tuesday, as that was the day I would be 39 weeks. He offered to come in on his day off on Tuesday to do it himself. I still didn't care at this point and I pretty much  continued to give him the stink eye. I still hadn't accepted that my baby was breech, that my fluid was low, and that I was most likely having the dreaded C-section. 

I looked at Dr. Hogue and said, "Well I am going to have to have a C-section Tuesday, so you might as well just do it today and get it over with." I said this in a very bitchy, angry, you are a jerk tone. Being the voice of reason, Dr. Hogue and Matt determined that I was not mentally prepared for the radical alteration in my "birth plan" quite yet, and that since the baby was healthy and reacting fine, that waiting until Tuesday seemed like the best option. I just sat there and pouted, and tried to act like I didn't know they were talking about me like I was child right in front of me. I was adamant it was a conspiracy at that point, and they were all against me!  Dr. Hogue decided to give me one last chance. He told me to go home, rest, drink lots of water, and try all the old wives tails to try to get the baby to flip. If I could get my fluid up to a 10 by Tuesday, he would try version, and if not, we had a C-section scheduled, just in case. I gave in and told him I would take that bet and give it the ole college try. Dr. Hogue sent Matt and I home, and we immediately started googling "How to get a breech baby to flip."

After about an hour of research on google, I began doing weird crawling, headstands off the couch, drinking water by the gallon, playing music at my crotch (apparently the music is suppose to get the baby to flip, because they want to come near the noise) side bends, anything I could! Sunday we went to Mass and I begged Jesus to flip my baby. In case that didn't work, we decided to go swimming with Jess and the kids and I did headstands for hours in the pool. Apparently headstands in the pool are the real trick! I basically tried everything. Matt knew how important it was for me to try, and he helped the best he could. He would count my crawls, help flip me in the water, and hold my legs up when I did a headstand. If there was someone with a camera, we would have a million hits on youtube right now, or be on Tosh.0. because that is how ridiculous I looked.

By Monday, I was starting to become resigned to the fact that I am pretty sure the baby didn't flip back, that I was most likely having a C-section Tuesday, and it was time for me to relax and enjoy my last 12 hours without a child. By 4 o'clock on Monday, I was coming around. I decided to make reservations at a nice restaurant for Matt and I. I figured it was our last night as a twosome, so we were going to go big. And go big we did! We had portabello fries as an appetizer, Matt had pasta, and I had stuffed chicken and garlic mashed potatoes for dinner, followed by a chocolate torte and vanilla gelato for desert. It was a very good last meal. We also dressed to the nines, and marked the occasion with a few pics. You can tell from these pics that I looked much happier here than I was on Saturday. 

We ate like kings, Matt had a cocktail, I sneaked some sips, and we celebrated the fact that it was most likely our last night as a twosome. I was still hoping my fluid was up, and that the baby could be flipped, but I knew that chance was slim to none. I enjoyed my dinner and was ready for whatever came the next day. This baby had a different plan, and I was starting to accept that. I also decided that the baby was a girl, because only a girl would be head down for 38 weeks and then flip to piss her mother off. Little did I know I was going to have a little man, but that is for part 3.