It’s quite a ride

It’s quite a ride

When I became pregnant with my second child, I knew it before the E.P.T. home test did. For me, being pregnant was like a complete invasion-of-the-body-snatchers experience from Day 1 to Day 280-plus. So, for the second time around, I knew immediately – E.P.T. didn’t catch up until a week later. Beyond knowing, and a few other very obvious things (like my huge belly, the awkward belly button, peeing my pants, etc.), nothing about the second pregnancy was much like the first.

For starters, I had a 2-year-old at home to take care of who didn’t always want to be the “doctor” while I laid on the couch with a pregnancy migraine. In my first pregnancy, I was very sick during the first trimester and then it passed. During the second pregnancy, I just threw up every day – suddenly, at weird times, and for no apparent reason. Every day, 280 or more times. As the pregnancy continued, there were other differences, but none so significant as learning that the baby was breach, which required monitoring during the third trimester.

My “regular” doctor suggested a C-section and went so far as to give me the date and time. The next week, I went in and saw a different doctor in the practice for my weekly visit, and he suggested a version. I think it should be called aversion.

The medical definition offered by the online Miriam Webster dictionary says this: “a condition in which an organ and especially the uterus is turned from its normal position; manual turning of a fetus in the uterus to aid delivery.”

I won’t go into the gory details here, but let me say that having my 37-week fetus manually turned by four hands was not only painful, but also one of the most bizarre and unnatural experiences that I have ever gone through. I kept saying, “I can’t believe I’m doing this, so I can then go through labor!”

I also may have shouted a few choice words more than once during the version – so much so that my doctor (who was not the one present) heard about it the next day and told me everyone was talking about it.

The end result was good, and I was able to deliver a beautiful 8-pound, 4-ounce baby girl a few weeks later who was posterior, but not breach. And for some 20 years now, that child has caused me to jump out of my own skin a few more times – but all with good results.

This issue of Maine Women is full of wonderful stories of pregnancy and childbirth. All of our hopes, prayers and best wishes go to the moms, dads and babies we feature here and to all of you reading. As I say to all of my pregnant friends and associates – enjoy the journey, it’s a windy, curvy, wonderful ride.

Maine Women Jan. 2013 – ‘Great Expectations’Lee Hews, The Publisher

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