So you're accepted for a c-section in August. Your initial appointment with a consultant goes very well (apart from the fact that he does your prescription for Aspirin in someone else's name and address). You see an even nicer consultant at 36 weeks and she explains that they have two theatres - one for planned c-sections and one for emergency c-sections, so you can feel confident about your date and time. Only problem may be that if you are booked for 7 or 9 a.m. you may get delayed till the afternoon but delays till the next day are very rare. I believe this and swallow it wholesale.
Right now, as I type this I should be in theatre or in the recovery room with a baby in my arms. I am having a bit of a sliding doors moment.
Yes my due date is 27th Jan 2016 but my baby's birth date was 21st January 2016. The hospital's policy is that I am not supposed to go passed 39 weeks. I was 39 weeks yesterday. As you can see from a photo taken today, posted today on Instagram I am huge, although I don't think the angle fully shows off the size of my enormous bump, plus every since it dropped it doesn't look quite as mahoosive as it once did.
But now, they telephoned me yesterday lunchtime. The lady voiced a huge preamble and I had a big smile on my face, as I did not sleep Tuesday night (pregnancy sleep insomnia) so I was thinking she is delaying telling me it'll be Friday instead of Thursday, and I don't mind in the least. So I smiled as I waited for her to get to the point. Really looking forward to taking the weight off her shoulders by saying "that's fine it suits me better" BUT imagine my surprise when she says it's been re-booked for Monday.... You literally could have knocked me down with a feather or picked me up off the floor or probably both!!!
Due to the weekend, a 2 day (working-days) delay means effectively a 4 day delay and it has LOTS of ramifications to our personal family plans and childcare arrangements.
What's odd or spooky is, the hospital policy is that they gave me a text week commencing 11th, to tell me what date the section would be week commencing 18th. It could have been any date that week. BEFORE receiving the text I put 21st Jan on the calendar and when the text came it WAS 21st Jan so I knew it was meant to be. I also prayed I would get 9 a.m. not 7 and I did!
So yesterday when I got the call I was confused. I was thinking "is it God's will that she's born 25th instead of 21st?" and to be more honest, because I believe in soul's and astrological charts etc... I was like "is it in the baby's/soul's best interests that her date of birth is 25th not 21st?" but then I reminded myself that Tuesday night I requested a healing. My Mum arranged it for me and we both prayed at the beginning of Tuesday night and this call had come late morning Wednesday. Intuitely I could feel that the healing had brought this change of date.
As much as the date does not work with family logistics, it works on lots of other levels. And if you think of it in terms of kinesiology, how DID my body feel when I got the news (putting the anger at being "mucked around" to one side). To be truly honest, a huge wave of relief washed over me.
Our muscles at a cellular level always know the answer to things and my muscles reacted positively to what was seemingly bad news.
Today of course, all my friends and family think I am having a baby this morning so I am getting messages across all social media platforms.
People, like Anya from Older Single Mum will know that I USED TO write a lot of poetry but I never ever dwell or slave over them. They either pour out like they've been pre-written or even a work of art takes longest 8 minutes. It's literally like I channel them. Well it's probably over a year since I'd written one.
But yet one direct message from a friend prompted me to write one. And here it is.
It's quite strange as I really truly DID connect with my baby to write it. The very second I finished it I sobbed like a baby because I felt a profound joyful connection with her. I was crying, but not out of sadness, but out of awe at the God like huge connection I could feel with her. It's the first time I encountered her full soul/spirit.
Now I know for SURE she is where she is meant to be, when she is meant to be.
Here's the poem:
Oh Sorry auntie May,
there's been a slight delay.
Hospital called on phone to mummy,
to say I should stay in her tummy.
Don't know why they made this call,
Not ideal not at all.
But now I get to stay inside,
During weekend I will hide.
I will come out maybe Monday,
Maybe then it'll be a sun day.
The frost round here is mighty cold,
I'm quite toasty but so I'm told.
So I'll stay warm and see you soon,
Chat to Mum she's a bit of a loon.
Up at night pacing around,
I hope by Monday she'll calm down.
Bye for now I'm due a nap
On Monday I'll be on Mummy's lap
My friend is a photographer and took all 3 of these photos a week ago the day I turned 38 weeks. She is https://www.instagram.com/olczia1/
Please do not copy the photos as we retain copyright
This was me last week at 38 weeks, below. What's funny about this collage of photos is they were all taken by me. Frustrated at my severe lack of bump shots (as Hubby doesn't like taking them or rather he doesn't like my reaction when he hasn't captured quite the right angle) I decided to experiment with the 10 second timer on my camera. Had I thought of it sooner I could have had a bump shot for every week of my pregnancy...
The 3 separate photos above this collage are also me at 38 weeks (to the day), so I went from famine to a feast in terms of bump shots week 38. Then turned 39 weeks yesterday.
Bye for now, will keep you updated.
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