The thing about a second (and maybe this is true for all) pregnancy, and especially one after loss, is that time cannot go by fast enough. I have pretty much thrown myself into work, and I try to have as many "fun" dates with friends as I possibly can to make the time go by even faster.
On this Tuesday, we had our next OB appointment with Dr. B. I had gotten the call back from the perinatologist that everything looked great with our bloodwork, so this time Dr. B said that we could just stay with her for the remainder of our pregnancy since there weren't any abnormalities that we were watching.
This was the first ultrasound that we would have in Dr. B's office, and even to this day I tend to get nervous before seeing the screen light up with an image of our little one. After a short wait in the lobby, we got called back into the dark room with the sonographer. It didn't take her very long to get everything set up, and soon we were looking at our precious little one.
"Do we know the gender of this baby yet?" asked the sonographer.
"We have an idea, but they said it's only 85% accurate, so we would love to have confirmation of what they told us!" I replied.
She poked around a little more on my belly and after measuring a heart beat (strong 140 beats per minute), she started snooping around towards the baby's legs.
"Hmm..." she said. "Well this baby is sitting breech (I felt Alex tense up at that), and they have their legs crossed and sitting in an indian position... So I don't think that I will be able to tell the gender today. I could take a guess, but I don't want to tell you one way when it's really the other."
In the end, we let her guess, and her guess was the same as what the perinatologist had told us. So we decided to wait until the next scan (only a month later) to really take it that the guess we had was what we were getting.
After the ultrasound, we went into the patient room where Dr. B would see us. She came in and started giving us the normal run-down of where we were at this point, and asked if we had any questions. I usually don't have too many questions because I asked a LOT of questions with Kaitlyn. I would have a notepad where I wrote everything down. But with this baby, I didn't feel like I had any questions that would matter until we have a little one in our arms safely.
Alex leaned up out of his chair and said, "This baby is breech, too... Is there something wrong?"
Dr. B looked at him gently and said, "No, there's nothing to worry about with a breech baby at this point. It is still really early and the majority of babies that are breech at this stage ultimately end up turning for a normal delivery. I know that makes you worry, because just from our mental standpoint we would like everything about this baby to be different than before. But there isn't any sign of anything dangerous that we should be concerned about, and we'll continue doing ultrasounds every time you come in. And if you ever feel like you just need an ultrasound for peace of mind, please call us and we'll work you in."
Bless her. She spoke to Alex and I like the three of us were in this thing together, and that she also wanted this pregnancy to go easy on us. Alex just nodded his head, but I could tell that he was still a little nervous about our second stubborn child.
Baby Munoz #2 being stubborn.
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