I've worried about the baby being breech for a fortnight. I was expecting to have a c-section booked in for January 3rd (when I would be 39 weeks). My mother was expecting to have a definite date to make the trip to Brighton from South Wales.
We went to the midwife on Wednesday expecting a fight ( I usually go expecting a fight, thanks to Mumsnet). In typical fashion, the MW tried to tell me a was 25 weeks pregnant, instead of 36, before subjecting me the some bullshit charade with the midwifery student who asked me my due date then tried to determine how many weeks I was using the stupid wheel thingy. Bizarrely, she tried asking me how my anomaly scan went -under the assumption that I was 25 weeks after working out that I was due in 4 weeks.
While this was going on, all I could think was 'is he still breech???'. After the pantomime of bullshit, I ignored the student and explained that reason I was there today, at exactly 36 weeks was because of then whole breech thing.
She had a feel (ouch) and immediately referred me to the hospital.
At the hospital I waited for what felt like an eternity before another midwife poked around my abdomen (ouch!!!) and came to the same conclusion.
I had to wait for a registrar to come and hook me up me to the ultrasound - by this point we all thought it was a formality- and I was rehearsing my speech to convince the consultant that I wanted a c-section, rather than go through ECV.
The registrar arrived and had another feel (OUCH!!) before applying the gel to actually see what was going on.
You may have a gathered from the past tense in the opening paragraph, that my baby is not breech at all. The scan showed his head in exactly the right position, sitting snuggly in my pelvis.
I was, and still am, incredibly relived but it would have been nice, to not have worried about it for two weeks.
After the scan, we rang my Mum who asked "so, can that midwife tell a head from an arse?"
"No," I replied.
"Thank God."
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