So going forward with the whole pregnancy/ motherhood vibe. I thought id jump back a few months and start from the beginning. Well maybe not the beginning of my pregnancy, but more so when the problems started to occur.
Ok so here we go.
I had a pretty amazing pregnancy for the first 6 and a bit months..
No morning sickness, I think i spewed once through the whole thing. Pretty lucky really. Obviously I was tired, I think most women are. There is a little person draining every ounce of energy and nutrient from you. It's kind of expected to be tired.
I suffered from restless leg syndrome, which was crazy annoying! Imagine having to move your leg non sop because if you stopped you got this creepy sensation and couldn't rest! That was lame, it always came on late at night and trying to get to sleep was a bitch! But after having a check up with my obstetrician she advised to just take some panadeine at night and it seemed to work a treat.
So yeah all smooth sailing
I was due for another check up with my obstetrician and she made comment that she was concerned about how small my belly appeared to be. Now I had constant comments leading up to this point from friends, family and colleagues about how "small" my belly was. Being pregnant, there is nothing more you really want then to start seeing a bump and to know its real. You know what I mean? To see visual evidence that there is a little human growing in you! It makes up for the tiredness, and every other symptom you have through the 9 months.
However my "bump" was not growing as much as my obstetrician would have been happy with. She advised she wanted me to have another fetal growth scan, and she was slightly concerned.
Obviously that sent me into a bit of a tailspin and I automatically panicked.
I was advised on my next scan that everything was "normal" , however when returned for my next checkup it was different news.
My doctor and midwife explained to me that Jack was below the average for his abdominal circumference, which only clocked in at 33%.
We sat and discussed options, and it was decided that if this didn't improve over the next couple of weeks, I was to be booked in to be induced as it was likely Jack was not receiving the nutrients he required from my body.
Obviously the minute we left I burst into tears. You don't expect to have news like that, even though it was not life threatening as such, it was certainly less than ideal, and cause to be concerned by everybody involved. Mainly Paul and I.