Since suspecting and then confirming that the baby is breech and a c-section is likely, things have been a little emotional the last couple of days. Not just for me, but also for K.
I'm not going to lie. I'm a little disappointed that I'll most likely not get to push her out into the world the way nature intended. I'm also nervous about the fact that she won't experience the vaginal pressure that signals important bodily functions upon her exit. However, I'm trying to see the positives, because ultimately it is about keeping her and me safe.
K is worried about me, he says. More worried for me than the baby. I think he is mostly worried about the recovery, but after seeing my sister hours after her CS (she had twins), I am not as concerned about that. She was .also able to breast feed after the delivery, so that too alleviated my worry. Other than that, I don't have worries, other than the usual fear of being cut open.
K said, "I won't be able to watch that...I'll seriously pass out." I told him he can sit by my head and see the baby when they hold her up.
So I told K one of the benefits of a CS is that he might be the first to get to hold her. His eyes teared up when I said this. It was so cute.
Last night we were talking about the fact that the baby might be here next week. Like here, here, not in my belly here, as she has been since before Christmas. He then asked, "Do babies have a distinct smell? You know, like a puppy? Like all puppies smell the same." I don't know how I didn't laugh out loud, but I didn't. I told him that just like us she'll have her own unique smell. That said though, babies do tend to smell good don't they? Maybe because for the longest time, Johnson & Johnson had a grasp on the market of the distinct baby smell.
K is an avid Harley rider. So he told his mom, "I found a great side car to put the baby in when we go riding." Wish you could have seen her face! Haha! It was priceless.
I gotta say, he keeps me laughing.
One off-topic example was this morning when I woke up, my legs felt a little sore. I said, "I guess it's because I was bouncing around the living room with frozen peaches on my belly" (to try to get her to turn). I can't believe it made my legs sore, but K said it is probably because I'm carrying more weight than I'm used to.
Anyway, he said, "Yeah, you were dancing."
I replied, "My name could be Peaches."
He looked at me with a puzzled look.
"You know, my dancer name. I could be Peaches."
He jokingly glared at me. "You can't be dancing for anybody."
"I'll be your private dancer! You know, like that Rod Stewart song...was it Rod Stewart? Or was that Tiny Dancer?"
"Tiny dancer was Elton John. Private dancer was Tuna Turner." He begins singing the lyrics very off key. I cracked up laughing. "Well, did I sound like her? I did...I sang just like Tina." Haha! He's crazy and keeps me laughing. I love it and I love him.
I'm not going to lie. I'm a little disappointed that I'll most likely not get to push her out into the world the way nature intended. I'm also nervous about the fact that she won't experience the vaginal pressure that signals important bodily functions upon her exit. However, I'm trying to see the positives, because ultimately it is about keeping her and me safe.
K is worried about me, he says. More worried for me than the baby. I think he is mostly worried about the recovery, but after seeing my sister hours after her CS (she had twins), I am not as concerned about that. She was .also able to breast feed after the delivery, so that too alleviated my worry. Other than that, I don't have worries, other than the usual fear of being cut open.
K said, "I won't be able to watch that...I'll seriously pass out." I told him he can sit by my head and see the baby when they hold her up.
So I told K one of the benefits of a CS is that he might be the first to get to hold her. His eyes teared up when I said this. It was so cute.
Last night we were talking about the fact that the baby might be here next week. Like here, here, not in my belly here, as she has been since before Christmas. He then asked, "Do babies have a distinct smell? You know, like a puppy? Like all puppies smell the same." I don't know how I didn't laugh out loud, but I didn't. I told him that just like us she'll have her own unique smell. That said though, babies do tend to smell good don't they? Maybe because for the longest time, Johnson & Johnson had a grasp on the market of the distinct baby smell.
K is an avid Harley rider. So he told his mom, "I found a great side car to put the baby in when we go riding." Wish you could have seen her face! Haha! It was priceless.
I gotta say, he keeps me laughing.
One off-topic example was this morning when I woke up, my legs felt a little sore. I said, "I guess it's because I was bouncing around the living room with frozen peaches on my belly" (to try to get her to turn). I can't believe it made my legs sore, but K said it is probably because I'm carrying more weight than I'm used to.
Anyway, he said, "Yeah, you were dancing."
I replied, "My name could be Peaches."
He looked at me with a puzzled look.
"You know, my dancer name. I could be Peaches."
He jokingly glared at me. "You can't be dancing for anybody."
"I'll be your private dancer! You know, like that Rod Stewart song...was it Rod Stewart? Or was that Tiny Dancer?"
"Tiny dancer was Elton John. Private dancer was Tuna Turner." He begins singing the lyrics very off key. I cracked up laughing. "Well, did I sound like her? I did...I sang just like Tina." Haha! He's crazy and keeps me laughing. I love it and I love him.
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