Just got back from the first appointment with my real-live doctor and I couldn’t be more pleased. If I had researched the way I’d have liked to I couldn’t have picked better. She nodded vigorously while reading over our birth plan, and even more vigorously when I told her that we know anything can happen and will be accordingly flexible. I got the answer I wanted to every question I asked, from her C-section rate (right around 10% for this year, not counting repeats) to her eagerness to induce (she once let someone push for four hours, and another go past 42 weeks, noting that of course the baby would be properly observed). As long as she’s as good as she sounds, we have exactly the right balance between the crunchy birthing attendant and medically cautious physician that we wanted.
For a while I’ve been feeling anxious about the birth, mostly because I didn’t have a clue about who’d be attending the birth and whether or not he or she’d be on board with our birth plan. I’d finally decided to rely on Attic Man and my own body and that it would be have to be OK. Now I get to feel good about the doctor who will be delivering our baby, too, which is an added bonus I didn’t think I’d get. Of course, any one of four doctors could be delivering the Snapper, but Dr. A, who I saw today, said that they would all be very comfortable with our birth preferences.
And the Snapper is doing just fine in there. Still head down (yay!). Heartrate is 148. Not too big–if I delivered today he’d be in the mid- to upper-sevens, and on my due date around eight. Considering Attic Man was 9 lbs, 12 oz, I’ll take it!
Now…shutting down the computer FOR GOOD this afternoon…mama’s got work to do.
That’s really exciting. I’m so happy for you and Attic Man!