Thankful for C-Sections

Today marked Jimmer's 7th ultrasound.  Yes, you read that correctly...SEVENTH.  My how the times have changed...when my Mom was pregnant with my sister and I, she had ONE ultrasound between the both of us.  ONE for TWO children.  I have had SEVEN for ONE child.  Geesh!!  And I'm confident in saying that I'll probably get another one next week...and who knows, maybe even the week after that...

Of course, I'm not complaining.  Not one single bit!  Every time I get another ultrasound is another opportunity to see and hear my little baby boy.  Another opportunity to check on his progress and another opportunity to gush about how absolutely adorable he is!!!  Yes...I can tell...even in the womb - he is the cutest baby on Earth! I mean, really, can you deny it?!

A perfect little profile!

Hi there, handsome!!

And speaking of progress, he has done amazing the past week!  He's up to 4lbs, 4oz. and is measuring right on schedule!  He's still breech and I still have mild oligohydramnios, but baby is growing and that's all I care about.  And yes...my placenta is still blocking baby Jimmer's exit.

But let's go back to this "Thankful for C-Sections" post title.  Yes, when I was told at 24 weeks that my placenta still had not moved and it was probably a good bet that I would end up with a c-section, I was emotional.  No, I wasn't crying and throwing a fit, but I was upset with myself.  I felt like it was something I did wrong,  I felt like I wasn't fulfilling my "womanly duties" of enduring pain during childbirth.  After all, the verse in the Bible says, "To the woman he said, I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor you will give birth to children."  It does not say, "I will make your pains in childbearing severe OR you can choose to be numbed from the armpits down and we'll just pull the baby out..."  It took a lot for me to finally accept the fact that maybe, just maybe, a c-section was the way Jimmer was supposed to be born.  Which brings me forward almost 9 weeks...

I've since gotten over being upset about a c-section and wholly embraced the opportunity that modern medicine has afforded me.  Let me tell you why...

First of all, at my 28 week appointment (the day I found myself in the hospital), the technologist commented on "how large" my baby's head was.  No surprise...his daddy has a large head.  That was understanding #1 that a c-section was probably best.

Then there was today.  Now, I mentioned before that baby Jimmer is measuring right on schedule.  Of course, to find how he's measuring, the tech has to do measurements of the femur, the belly and the head.  Then she averages them all out and voila! you have a good idea of how big baby is and how he's measuring.  Well, while she was measuring Jimmer's head, I noticed that gestational age for that particular body part was coming up at 33 WEEKS 6 DAYS.  Ladies and gentlemen, that is an entire week and day ahead of schedule.    Yes...I am thankful for c-sections! :)

So I am hoping that come Friday when I talk with my doctor, she'll finally schedule a c-section and I'll finally have an end date to all this waiting!!!  I. CAN'T. WAIT.