Light at the end of the tunnel

In the words of Harry in Dumb and Dumber, “so you’re saying there’s a chance”.  My chance in this scenario is that this journey, as promised, will come to an end sometime in the near future and at least I know there will be a big prize at the finish line.  So as I have said before, Hannah is not being a team player.  What I thought was my rib aching all this time is actually a good portion of my internal organs being shoved 4 inches to the North.  Over the last weekend the dull aching pain in my upper right abdomen/rib area turned into a sharper pain.  So on Tuesday, I was sent to the hospital to have them check it out.  Seven hours later I left with the knowledge that Hannah is breech, going east to west with her dome shoved up into my right side, which I should refer to now as the scene of the crime.  She has crowded all my organs and especially my gallbladder, which they think is leaking.

So all of this is to say that now I have a scheduled C section on the 23^rd of September.  It is nice and weird all at the same time to pretty much know the date of her arrival.  I almost think it is cheating in a way.  There is always the chance that she will do her part and turn in the downward direction and come out on her own, but from what they tell me there isn’t a whole lot of room for her to turn. 

I have looked up on the “interweb” for ways to encourage the little miss to turn on her own.  Some of the ones that I have tried are lying with my butt elevated by either pillows or on an ironing board propped up against a couch.  Neither of these is comfortable.  I have also tried putting clothes pins on the outside of my pinkie toes.  This is supposed to be a pressure point that will encourage the baby to get moving.  This may work, but I’ll never know because every time I put them on (or actually Clark put them on because I can touch my toes), Nixon jumped up and pulled them off.  Lastly, I have tried putting a covered ice pack on the top of my abdomen.  Allegedly they do not like the cold and will move away from it.  She moved alright but not in any productive manner.  And I was just afraid that I was freezing her brain or something and probably didn’t leave it on long enough to do anything.

Since sitting and scrunching my stomach for any length of time now is painful, and lying on the extra desk in my office at work was getting awkward, I have stopped working this week.  Nixon has enjoyed the extra company at home, but is frustrated to have to share the remote with me.  So for now I will catch up on my Netflix queue and hot baths.  I know two weeks sounds like a long time now, but I know it will go by fast.

Any good movie suggestions would be great.  Hope this finds you all well!

Team McCarthy