Pregnancy journal: Conversation with our midwife

I did find a bit of comfort toward week’s end when we ventured to the midwife again. Although she worried me when she took the initial measurements and promptly questioned whether I felt like I was growing. She then consulted my chart to see how far along I was supposed to be, measured a second time and found that she had miscalculated the dimensions the first time around. So, while I was afraid my fears were correct, it turned out that the baby was just "everywhere," as she put it.

We did spend a lot of time discussing Jacob’s role in the baby’s birth. I made it clear that I would feel more comfortable if he were allowed to participate as much as possible and she assured me that it was the philosophy of not only their practice, but the entire hospital to allow siblings every opportunity to join their parents. She did request that we find a dedicated adult (not Daddy) to stay with him (which was our intent), but that is the only limitation she imposed. Otherwise, she personally invited Jacob to join us in a few weeks. This made my little boy overly excited and he told the story of the "Dr. say Jacob could come" over and over again as we drove home.


The downside to the appointment was that we had the glucose test this week. After the glucose drink made me terribly nauseous for the half-hour ride to the office, the test revealed a blood sugar level of 139. Apparently patients are sent for the three hour test at the hospital if the level reads 140 or above. So, while I was not asked to submit to that extensive test, I was cautioned about my sugar intake. I probably took that to mean more than it should have, because after a followup phone call two days later I discovered all that it meant was "if you’re going to have a piece of cake, have one piece a day, not two." I was afraid of eating any sweets, or fruit juices, etc. It must not be too much of a problem at this point because no further testing was ordered and, as I understand it, high sugar levels (or the onset of gestational diabetes) can cause overly large babies. After all, if the baby were overly large already I probably wouldn’t feel like I was on the small side.

All in all, what has happened is that another trip to the midwife has left me feeling a bit better about the baby’s condition and about Jacob’s role in the delivery and introduction of the baby to our family. I’ve also discovered that eating a piece of birthday cake at my little boy’s party won’t cause any harm.

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