We had our 20-week scan today. We cycled into town, which I thought would be a good idea but halfway in realised was actually quite stretching!
When we got to the hospital, I started to feel a bit nervous. I had sort of forgotten that they call it an anomaly scan because they check that everything is ok, rather than just a fun opportunity to have a look at the baby. And thankfully, everything was ok. The baby was wriggling and they said everything seemed normal.
We had ummed and ahhhed about asking what the sex of the baby is, and in the end left it as a surprise, though as soon as we walked out I wished we had asked.
We waited to see the consultant to discuss our options. This is because after a mainly good labour with baby #1, it all went wrong and I had an emergency C section – partly because she was 10lb 2oz and partly because she moved so she was face first and got stuck.
They went through the pros and cons of a natural birth and a planned section. I had wanted to try again at a natural birth, because up until the end it had been a good experience, but she said that I wouldn’t be able to go to the midwife-led unit and I would definitely not be able to have a water birth. I would be hooked up to a monitor and a drip, not the ‘mother earth’ birth I envisioned. And there are a few other risks that are thrown in when you have had a section already, one being that the scar ruptures – not the nicest thing to hear.
And of course option number two is another section. I can’t imagine how it would be going into the operation in a calm, awake, non-emergency situation.
Why have we not evolved as a species for the whole thing to be just a bit easier? Why can’t we just teleport our babies out at the appropriate time with no risk and no mess?
I still haven’t made a decision. Part of me thinks I should feel empowered that our mighty NHS values me as an individual and has offered me this very personal choice. And part of me thinks I wish they had just told me what to do!
Time to get on the couch, put my feet up and pour a glass of wine (alcohol-free of course). There’s a lot to think about before this baby arrives!