I can’t believe I’ll be 38 weeks pregnant this Monday! My pregnancy has been perfect so far, but that all changed Wednesday, 02/10/2016. That was the day I attempted a 2nd ECV(External Cephalic Version) or version for short. On my 36 weeks appointment with my OB, she did an ultrasound and saw that baby girl wasn’t in vertex position, which meant that she was breeched and told me about having a version done. I really wanted to have a vaginal delivery because that’s what I had planned in my head, so I told her to go ahead and schedule it. A week later I was in the triage room of the L&D floor waiting for the procedure to happen.
I did a little research of how versions were done so I knew what to expect, but I was still in for a surprise. Versions really didn’t seem that bad before I went in because most of the videos I saw on youtube made it look simple. What happens is, one or two doctors do a quick ultrasound to make sure baby is still breech and then they manually manipulate the baby into the correct position. Seems simple right? WRONG! That was sort of what happened, but they also did other things that I wasn’t expecting.
First, I didn’t expect to have to wear the hospital gown because all of the videos I saw online, the women were in their normal clothes and just had to remove their bottoms. 2nd, I had to get an IV. I hate needles! I’m okay with shots because they’re quick, but something about IVs just terrify me…maybe it’s because it stays inside you, you can see it, and it’s also painful when being inserted. 3rd, the drugs. I didn’t think I was going to be given drugs because like I said, it seemed simple enough, but they ended up giving me two drugs the first time and then just one the second time.
In my first version, the nurse gave me terbutaline, which is an anti-contraction medication so that I don’t go into labor while the doctors try and flip the baby. The other medication they gave me was fentanyl to relieve the pain because the doctor told me it was going to be REALLY painful. The terbutaline wasn’t bad, it didn’t make me feel anything, but the fentanyl…OMG…that was bad. When the nurse gave me the fentanyl through the IV, I started getting dizzy and she said that was normal, but that wasn’t even the worst of it. Once I got the pain medication, two doctors attempted to move baby girl and that was pretty painful. Can you imagine two adults pushing on your belly trying to move a baby inside you? I didn’t think it was going to be that bad since I had pain medicine, but I still felt the pain. Long story short, it didn’t work. One of the doctors said we could try again if I wanted to and I said yes because again, I really wanted to try and have a normal delivery.
Before they let me leave the hospital, I had to be monitored to make sure the baby was okay and they also had to remove my IV. I was so glad my husband came with me because the fentanyl had me crazy the whole day! When I tried to sit up on the bed to try and stand up, I got really nauseous and started vomiting (TMI I know). I think I ended up staying for almost an hour even after the procedure was done because I couldn’t get up without getting dizzy and nauseous, but eventually I felt better and I was able to walk to the lobby and then to the car and we made it home…where I knocked out on the couch. After that day, my stomach felt like I had bruising along the top of my belly. It pretty much felt like that for a couple of days, which went away just in time for my second version…hooray?
My second version went a lot better than the first, it still wasn’t successful because the doctor couldn’t flip her, but I opted out of getting the fentanyl this time because it didn’t do anything for me the first time, except make me useless the whole day. I was really discouraged after the second version because I got a call from my primary OB and she told me that she scheduled my c-section because I would be unable to deliver vaginally.
That night, my hormones must have been crazy because I couldn’t stop crying. I hate crying…even if it’s to my husband, I hate crying. Maybe it’s because I don’t like showing my vulnerable side? But that night, I was really disappointed, scared, nervous, and anxious about having a c-section. I told my husband I felt like something was wrong with me because I couldn’t deliver our daughter the right way. I told him that my pregnancy had been perfect so far and when it was nearing the end, it started going all wrong!
Everyone keeps telling me it’s really not that bad having a c-section and that it was actually better because I wouldn’t have to experience the pain of being in labor…but maybe that’s what I wanted? I want to experience pregnancy how it’s supposed to be.
I think I’m finally coming to grips with it though. I think I’m finally okay with having a c-section delivery. I can’t believe that in just a little over a week, our baby girl will be here! The thought of having a c-section is still terrifying to me, but I’m so excited to finally hold her in my arms. I’m hoping I can update this again before baby girl is here, but if not, I’ll make sure to post TONS of pictures on my next post.