Toward the end of the week we returned to the doctor’s office for another visit. This time we saw the other midwife in our practice. When I requested that my birth be attended by a midwife at my last visit, I was asked to schedule at least one appointment with the midwife I hadn’t seen yet, as either of them could be on call at the critical moment.
I had waited to request a midwife-assisted birth, because I was fearful this other care provider would be the one in attendance. We had met before and didn’t hit it off very well at first and I was worried that our personalities would clash terribly in the delivery room. I know that I’ll not be at my best (or kindest) at that moment and would like to minimize my stress level. In the end, however, I decided that perhaps it was just a poor first impression. I’d rather ask for a midwife who may be more accommodating than the doctors when it comes to Jacob’s presence during labor. I would rather endure any stress myself than to add to what I’m sure will be a full plate for Jacob. All that being said, I couldn’t believe what happened.
We had a wonderful visit. She measured my belly and listened to the baby’s heartbeat for what seemed like an eternity. We were so excited to again connect with our little one. The baby’s heartbeat sounded good. As our midwife said, it sounded like the baby was very content (and may want to hang out there a while). The midwife talked to me about my wishes for labor, birth and beyond. She treated Jacob like he was a competent little man. All was done with a smile and a friendly voice. I am feeling much better about my decision now.
I lost a pound this week and was concerned by the fact that my belly measured a centimeter small. I was reassured that the baby may be just sitting a bit low in my pelvis. I’m back to the splitting in half sensation this week, which I’m guessing is caused by the baby’s position.