Beach Baby, Beach Baby Lend Me Your Hand...

This song has been running through my head as I channel my inner Weird Al Yankovic and change the lyrics to, "BREECH Baby, BREECH Baby."  I just had another ultrasound and Baby A is still head up.  I'll be 31 weeks on Friday so there is still time to flip, but there is no way of knowing if that will happen.

I'm not going to lie.  A c-section is a scary thought.  I am baffled by the fact that it is done without general anesthesia.  I'm sure there is a medical reason for that, but I can think of no other major surgery that is done with a local numbing and a sheet to prevent you from viewing your insides.  Back in the day I passed out EVERY time I got a shot or a blood test.  I passed out with a nebulizer treatment.  I can't watch ER without feeling dizzy.  As a preteen I was told that I would be getting "allergy tests."  As the doctor described the simple scratching that would be done to my back I hit the floor.  I considered getting married out of state because Massachusetts required a blood test to prove I was syphilis-free.  To say I'm not a good patient is an understatement. Although with time I have pulled it together.  

While I don't see myself ever being first in line at the blood donor RV (regardless of the rumor that there are free cookies inside), I can now drive myself to and from the lab for bloodwork and can even stay upright as they draw the blood.  I have given birth and had surgeries and even recently had an unplanned procedure at the doctor that involved a needle and I lived to tell about it.  Still, the thought of lying there awake while a doctor removes two humans from me....AHHHHH!  I'm convinced that my risk of dying of a heart attack during that procedure is far greater than whatever the risk of general anesthesia may be.

I'm actually OK with a planned C-section.  Since the alternative is not having the babies magically appear while I get a pedicure and instead involves needles, great pain and a heck of a lot of unknowns that could ultimately result in a C-section anyhow I think cutting to the chase (no pun intended) is best.

I see my OB tomorrow and will get his thoughts.

It was the most enjoyable ultrasound experience I have ever had.  For some reason there were two women working together and they were falling all over each other to make sure I was comfortable.  They got me a fan and pillows.  As they dimmed the lights I was waiting for the spa music to kick in. All seems to be going well.