Belly Flop
(originally posted on Augusut 17, 2006)
Yesterday started off well - 37 week appointment chez le midwive's was uneventful (no Group B Strep = no antibiotics during labour! yay!), Blood pressure good, Margo's heartbeat good and strong. She is not 'engaged' . . meaning she has not dropped yet. She was deemed to not be coming imminently.
After a brief foray into Chapters en route home, where i picked up a copy of The Happiest Baby on the Block, a book about how to calm your crying baby that came highly recommended from several friends with children, I made my way home, and Michel and I decided to strike off for a Dairy Queen treat. We got about one block when I tripped spectacularly (Danielle - I guess some things never change - this time there weren't even chains for me to trip over - just my own feet!), landing first on my left knee, then my left hand, and coming to rest flat out on my belly. Not something you want to be doing at 8 1/2 months pregnant. I have never felt so scared in all my life. We hobbled home and I called the midwife who asked me a series of questions (any bleeding? No. Any contractions? No? Any leaking? No. Did your arms pop out to catch yourself? Yes. Have you felt the baby move since falling? NO!!) So she invited us to come and have a listen to the baby, and assured me that my body protects the baby very well. We hopped in a cab and while we were sitting in the midwife's office, Margo gave a little kick, which was the most amazing kick ever. We listened to her heartbeat and while it was a bit faster than it had been 3 hours earlier during my appointment, it was totally normal and strong. She has been kicking lots since. I guess I just gave her a start. For those of you who don't know, my mom fell 28+ years ago when she was pregnant with me and her water broke the next morning, and out I came. I didn't want to follow in ma's footsteps . . although I have already - I guess I got my graceful genes somewhere. Michel was joking that when Margo asks to do ballet we can explain to her about genetics . . .poor kid doesn't stand a chance.
I'm ok now, just a bruised knee - not as stiff as I would have thought. I have strict husband orders to take it easy today so I may do that.
hugs to all!
Yesterday started off well - 37 week appointment chez le midwive's was uneventful (no Group B Strep = no antibiotics during labour! yay!), Blood pressure good, Margo's heartbeat good and strong. She is not 'engaged' . . meaning she has not dropped yet. She was deemed to not be coming imminently.
After a brief foray into Chapters en route home, where i picked up a copy of The Happiest Baby on the Block, a book about how to calm your crying baby that came highly recommended from several friends with children, I made my way home, and Michel and I decided to strike off for a Dairy Queen treat. We got about one block when I tripped spectacularly (Danielle - I guess some things never change - this time there weren't even chains for me to trip over - just my own feet!), landing first on my left knee, then my left hand, and coming to rest flat out on my belly. Not something you want to be doing at 8 1/2 months pregnant. I have never felt so scared in all my life. We hobbled home and I called the midwife who asked me a series of questions (any bleeding? No. Any contractions? No? Any leaking? No. Did your arms pop out to catch yourself? Yes. Have you felt the baby move since falling? NO!!) So she invited us to come and have a listen to the baby, and assured me that my body protects the baby very well. We hopped in a cab and while we were sitting in the midwife's office, Margo gave a little kick, which was the most amazing kick ever. We listened to her heartbeat and while it was a bit faster than it had been 3 hours earlier during my appointment, it was totally normal and strong. She has been kicking lots since. I guess I just gave her a start. For those of you who don't know, my mom fell 28+ years ago when she was pregnant with me and her water broke the next morning, and out I came. I didn't want to follow in ma's footsteps . . although I have already - I guess I got my graceful genes somewhere. Michel was joking that when Margo asks to do ballet we can explain to her about genetics . . .poor kid doesn't stand a chance.
I'm ok now, just a bruised knee - not as stiff as I would have thought. I have strict husband orders to take it easy today so I may do that.
hugs to all!
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