If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook you’ll know that yesterday we had our penultimate scan. I remember the hospital making all of the scan appointments in advance months ago and thinking that by the time we get to this week we’ll be so close to actually meeting the babies. We are close to meeting the babies but when folk say that the last part of a pregnancy can drag they are very correct.
The great thing about yesterday is that we found out how well the twins are growing. They have femur bones that are 5 cm long. So tiny but when it’s surrounded by flesh and skin and the rest of the body you have a whole baby right there. TWO whole babies. They also still have good sized heads, I should know, they pop up to see what’s going on every afternoon, and the heartbeats are strong.
What did come as a surprise was the news that Twin A, the little boy, is still breech when I’d been told that he was head down. As he’s getting bigger there is less room for him to flip down and the lady doing the scan said that we should probably prepare for the fact that a C-Section may be a possibility.
I have been fighting in my mind throughout this whole pregnancy with the idea of a C-Section. I didn’t want one, I wasn’t going to have one and that was that. But when a real situation is presented to you and suddenly becomes something you have to consider it all takes on a different meaning. It goes without saying that the safety of the babies is paramount, that was never an issue, but I wanted a natural birth because I didn’t want to have abdominal surgery and then have to take care of two very tiny babies. I won’t be alone in taking care of them but you get my drift.
But yesterday that tussle was lifted. The decision was made. If he’s still breech in four weeks time I’ll be booked in for the operation and that will be that. Immediate peace about the whole thing shortly followed.
I don’t know if you’re the same but it’s the not knowing that I find really irritating. Give me ANY, and I mean ANY, situation and I will get through it, face it, deal with it, cope……eventually. But all this fiddling about with not knowing how things are going to go or not being able to make any positive or pro-active choices really irritates me.
And besides, the best thing about being told you are going to have to have a C-Section is that they book you in at a specific time to have your babies. We’ll know when they are coming, be able to prepare and look forward to it. We’ll actually know when we are going to be able to see their faces, hold their tiny hands and smell their tiny heads.
And let’s be honest, Robert the Husband and I are ready to meet them and there’s only so long a woman can wear a top that has the surface area of a small town after all………..
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