Last Wednesday was another anticipated doctor's appointment this time mostly because I knew I'd get a new ultrasound picture of how my lil man was looking by now. 30 weeks! I'm really anxious for him to get her, these last few weeks are becoming tiresome. All in his time and God's of course. Well I was seen quickly again but my doctor was concerned about some soreness I complained about in my stomach. She noted that I shouldn't feel so tender already and was just as anxious and concerned to see the results of the ultrasound as I was. Lil man was still very active letting his presence felt continously.
I got the Imaging Centre of the ultrasound done and the first picture revealed the cause of my tenderness immediatley...Lil man is in a BREECHED position. Which means he's still sitting up right and has not yet moved into his exit position whereas his head would be facing downward. The ultrasound tech was not very optimistic that he'd turn at this point but I was reassured by my nurse that there is still much time that he can turn himself and if not my physicians would be well eqipped to handle the situtaion. I'm not bothered at this point about it. Quite the contrary I'm a bit excited. I could always remember that I was delivered a breech birth by my mom. I would always procalim this to persons made me feel special against odds. Most people are automatically fearful when they hear a baby is breeched because it can in fact be that more dangerous for the mother and newborn. However my fears are comforted for I know the faith and health of myself and child are in our heavenly father's hands.
