Baby boy, continuing his propensity for complicating life, is not head down as he should be at this point. Rather, he is butt down, legs straight out. My doctor, at the 36-week appointment on Friday, called it frank breech. I called it annoying. Or, disappointing. Maybe even maddening, as his position is not conducive to a successful VBAC.
But rather than wallow in the possibility of another C-section, I packed some bags and hit the road with Miles for one last hurrah.
And, as it turned out, it offered me the perfect distraction and perspective after spending too much time fretting on Friday.
Even as baby boy felt like he was going to crack my ribs from his head-butting and my uncle trying to "corrupt" Miles, I could be nothing but joyful this weekend. It didn't matter if baby was in the right position, I knew that all of us were where we belonged.
For those who are so inclined, keep your fingers crossed or say a prayer on Tuesday morning. My doctor is going to try an external version to get this guy head down. He gave me 65-35 odds, which is in my favor (although it's hard to feel that way). Also think of Mark as I will not be allowed to eat – or drink coffee – before the procedure. It will be a long morning! Note: I know there are other ways to try to get a baby to move but I trust my doctor and feel confident in his decision to try this procedure.