Went in for my weekly OB appointment and was delivered som crappy news. Oz has decided he wants to enter this world ASS FIRST! Yes, boys and girls the boy is breech. Granted this is my 36th week and there is a chance that he will turn, but not the biggest chance in the world.
The midwife and I talked a bit about the options available. The hubby and I are looking at version but there will be some factors the docs need to tell us in order to see if it actually can be done. They have to check out how big he is, how much amniotic fluid is in there and since I have a fibroid they will probably try and see if they can see it. That's where the real issue is, he may be stuck, on that fibroid and unable to turn. The midwife did push c-section a little bit more than I was comfortable with, but I get from talking to her that it was more like the party line than what she would do.
So we had to set up a plan to bring to the doc I see next week:
1. I've been putting an icepack on his head to get him to try and move some what towards the correct direction. (He bats at the ice pack and moved a little but moves back in my sleep - this is the first try though)
2. If by the 38th week he's still breech, we want to try version.
3. We schedule a c-section ahead of time because it can always be cancelled.
4. We hope he turns still and they let me try and labor even as a breech as long as it is the right kind of breech for a vaginal delivery.
In the event he can't be turned, I really want to know if they have the experience to deal with a breech vaginal birth. It is possible, but the labor is hard and there is still a chance no matter what that we could face a c-section. I just don't want a c-section, especially not in a military hospital. And especially since the last time I had a major surgery in a military hospital me and 15 other patients apparently (I was told so noncholantly like it was so normal) got a bad batch of internal sutures. I ended up with spitting sutures, cutting my own foot open to get them out daily, some sutures are still stuck in there and a hell of a lot of scar tissue that now needs to be removed once I have time.
Scold little Oz for me, maybe guilting him into turning will work and of course pray or happy karmic thoughts are welcome.