This morning marked what should be the last appointment with my high risk OB before I deliver. I didn't realize this beforehand, otherwise I probably would have tried to savor the ultrasound even more than I did. The news was all good. The first thing I was told was that she is in the head down position. I practically let out a "whoop!" and definitely exclaimed, "Good girl, Elizabeth!" I had a feeling she had moved from breech, to transverse then finally to head down just last week. And by "feeling" I mean hard and swift kicks to the ribs as she got herself that way. I was having coffee with a friend when it all went down (pun intended!). I could barely stay in my seat and nearly spilled my peppermint mocha all over the place. Totally worth it. I know I'd been told by all the medical professionals I'm seeing that I would and should be able to deliver her breech, but the thought always made me uneasy. Labor and delivery make me nervous enough--especially this one--so, this news was a relief...and an answer to prayer.
More good news: she's estimated to weigh four pounds, right on track for a 33 week old baby. At my regular OB appointment last week I was measuring four weeks behind, so it was nice to find out that she's where she's supposed to be and it's simply due to how I carry (read: my freakishly long torso). She's still swallowing well and my amniotic fluid was in the average range, another big praise. My doctor noted that she was "very active"--something I could have told him months ago. I'm not sure if she really does move a lot more than my other kids did, or if I just notice it more with her, but this baby never stops. And I love it. In the picture I got today, she has her little hand up by her face, a favorite move of hers.
Since she's head down and "thriving" according to my doctor, he won't need to see me again before delivery unless a problem arises. He made sure I still have support in place and asked me to call him after Elizabeth is born so that he can come visit us in the hospital. What a blessing my high risk doctor has been throughout this pregnancy.
Still coveting your prayers, friends. We're in the homestretch now and I'm feeling many emotions as Elizabeth's due date draws closer. I'm truly excited to meet her, still praying for a miraculous healing, all while preparing for the worst. I'm constantly claiming Romans 8:28, constantly having to relinquish control and trust God with all of this. He has been so gracious and He is so faithful.
