During our last specialist appointments, we found out our 5 pound and 6 ounce baby grew to 6 pounds and 10 ounces in about 3 weeks. At the last visit, she last measured 7 pounds and 13 ounces.
Technician and Doctor: Wow, that’s a big baby!
Me: That’s what everyone says. Soooo…when do we start considering a C-section as the only option? How big is she going to get? 10 pounds? 15?
Doctor: I think you’re looking at an 8- or 8.5-pound baby.
Sooooo…basically…since most babies are 7.5-8.5 pounds, I panicked for nothing.* Thanks. Thanks a lot.
*Except for her massive head. The 93rd percentile, people.
Baby Scout made her debut at 8 pounds 6 ounces and 21 inches long. Imagine if she had showed up on her due date.
Imagine if she’d been late. :: shudder::
The other comment we constantly heard was “Look at those cheeks!”
I do love her cheeks.
Don’t you love how her little elbow chub looks like a butt in this picture? Or is that something only a mother could love?
“I have two butts.”
Scout’s cheeks were chipmunk-esque in utero. Obviously, she was practicing trying to take in as much Pop-Tarty goodness as possible.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I had no idea Ozzy was a boxer.”—BluzDude
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Guess who decided to grace us with her presence a week early at 6-something AM on February 20th?
Congrats to Carrie, BlissfulBrit, and 1PointPerspective for guessing the correct day!
Let’s just call her Baby Scout to go with Boo and Radley.
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In the middle of this pregnancy, I switched to an office with doctors and midwives. At first, I was skeptical because I worried the midwives would push the all-natural approach.
Positive: The midwife would stay throughout the entire labor instead of popping in and out. They don’t discourage drugs, and they get the doctor if complications arise.
Positive: Upon telling the midwife that my stepsons were born at home and I had no intention of doing that, she said, “Don’t worry. We deliver babies in a hospital…which I will drive to in my car…not ride up to on my horse.”
Negative: The first midwife I met called me fat.
Then I began to worry that all midwives did was criticize my weight. The next few appointments went like this:
- “Your weight gain since the last appointment is a little on the high side, but it’s nothing to be worried about. Plus, Thanksgiving was in there.”
- Nothing said about my weight at the next appointment.
- Again, nothing said about weight.
- “You’ve only put on 2 pounds since your last appointment. Nice job!”
- And at yesterday’s appointment: “You’ve lost 2 pounds.” That was thanks to the cold I had this week, which is why the blog was especially quiet.
Now I suspect they may just be saying nice things because of how fragile pregnant women are in the last few weeks.
- “That you’re still exercising is good. That’ll help during labor.”
- “How tall are you? Taller women usually have an easier labor.”
- “Your baby won’t be huge. Maybe 8.5 pounds.”
And my favorite:
Me: My feet are starting to swell.
Her: That’s totally normal at this stage. Just put your feet up.
Me: I do that. I sit down and watch movies and fold laundry.
This is the incorrect way to put your feet up.
Her: No. You need to LAY down and have your feet above your heart.
Me: But then I can’t fold laundry…or do anything.
A prescription/order to do nothing and be lazy. I love it.
Also from yesterday’s appointment: 0 cm dilated and 50% effaced at 37 weeks. That’s not the 8 cm and 80% I was hoping for, but I’ll take it.
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