Oh Baby, Baby!Well, it’s a baby… definitely a beautiful, gorgeous, healthy little baby, weighing in at 13 ozs. When the technician called our name, I was pleasantly surprised to see the woman who performed an ultrasound on Hudson when he was in-utero. She is one of the friendliest and best technicians we’ve ever had, and it was great to have her again.
As I settled on the bed, she asked if we wanted to know the gender, especially since it was going to be the tie-breaker. I looked pointedly at Jon and he laughing declined. I can tell you all that I was a good girl and looked away every time she told us she was going down to that area. It was killing me, but I can honestly say that we did not find out the gender.
Everything looks really good; the baby looks very healthy and is definitely a little yoga master already. You’ll see in the pictures in a moment but he/she is basically folded in half, with the legs up by the head. We even got to watch the baby play with its toes for a while. After seeing the profile and the 3D shots, Jon and I both think that the baby resembles Hudson. I guess we’ll know for sure in about 20 weeks, huh?! What do you think?
Now on to other news, surprise seems to be the key word with this pregnancy. (And no, I’m not having multiples.) At the very beginning of the ultrasound, the technician mentioned that she’d have to do a transvaginal ultrasound due to the fact that my placenta was so low. I didn’t think anything of it. Come to find out, the placenta is covering my cervix and I’m looking at a high possibility of a c-section.
I asked the technician, as hopefully as I could because I already knew the answer, if there was a possibility of the placenta moving out of the way some time in the next 20 weeks. With a tone that said “I’m going to say that it’s possible but honestly I know better”, she responded that there was always that chance.
My next OB appointment is next Friday and believe-you-me, my doctor and I are having a heart-to-heart regarding this situation. Between now and then (and even up to the birth), I’ll be walking a fine line between preparing myself for a c-section and praying that God will move the placenta out of the way. And in the end, all that matters is a healthy baby boy or girl. Which now that I have placenta previa, I’m going to get a ton of ultrasounds to see if the placenta has moved and I’ll have to be a good girl every, single time! Do you think God is trying to teach me something about trusting Him and giving Him control?!