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The End of Mystery
Maybe it is inevitable for a girl such as myself to think that there is ever any chance of just letting things happen. Falling in love excepted.
I'm fundamentally not a spontaneous type.
My first child was induced. I was too pregnant to go into labor, as it turns out (a situation I didn't know was possible at the time) and while I was disappointed that nature didn't happen, well "naturally" and instead needed some prodding, I have to admit that there was a lot of convenience about knowing the When of things. It still took over 17 hours, so it wasn't as if I got a huge break or anything.
Now I'm faced with significant intervention again, which, again, is a bit disappointing except from a scheduling perspective, which is actually more pressing now than it was before. (Someone needs to take care of Felix while I'm indisposed. The terrier needs to spend some time being spoiled in the care of my parents. That sort of thing.) This baby is breech, and while I’m happy to hear any and all turning stories, or turning suggestions, I can safely say I have done a lot of work to make things otherwise. Now I have run out of time in every sense. I now have too much to do to embark on any new turning projects. I have:
- Had acupuncture
- Rigorously performed my acupuncture "homework" by burning moxibustion on my toes
- Applied an ice pack to what I presume is the baby's head
- Spent time lying upside down on a board
- Hung out sideways in the bathtub
- Walked
- Prodded
So, nature failing me yet again, I have scheduled an external version, which should be interesting, if nothing else. Hope springs eternal of course that this kid will get it together and flip, but I'm not sanguine. I never am. As I said, it isn't in my nature to let nature take its course.
Comforting maternity fact of the week: As late as the 19th century in New York City, the maternal death rate was over 20%. It makes basking in the 21st century seem rather cushy.
posted by Elise at 3:57 AM
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