We all knew she was going to be big. (Kevin is 6’9” and I’m 5’9”.) But I guess we didn’t think she was going to be THAT BIG. Kevin was just under 10 lbs (9lbs 14oz), while I was 7lbs 4oz. Both of our moms are about 5 feet tall!
|Remember our birth announcement photo? We tall.|
Apparently the young’uns only get a 20-week anatomy scan. I had the 20-week scan and got another one every 4 weeks after that! We all know that "Asian don't raisin" and I could still pass for 25, but they had to go by my real age. I actually didn’t mind because it was fun seeing her creepy little 3D face regularly.
|not so creepy, kind of cute|
Every OB appointment you go to, they also measure your “fundal height” which is putting a tape measure over your growing mountain of a belly. From the very beginning, I was consistently measuring 4-5 weeks more than I actually was.
Like all new future mamas, I got a little obsessed with having a great birth experience and birth story. My mom had 3 of us, and her labors were only like 2 hours, 1 hour (that was ME! Always the competitive middle child, I was the fastest to come out!), and 2 hours. Granted, we were all smaller than Ainsley would be (and my mom is way smaller than I am), but as my PT said, my mom practically pooped us out! I was pretty confident I could push out a 10-pound baby, if she ended up being that big.
|Feeling huge but glam|
Oh yeah. I did my research. Most of the time, when they estimate you’re gonna have a really big baby and recommend a C-section, it’s not actually necessary. (See this link: Evidence on: Induction or Cesarean for a Big Baby) The measurements aren’t super accurate. I totally wanted to go the unmedicated, low intervention, vaginal route. (Soap box: I have learned not to call a vaginal birth the more common term “natural birth” because that’s just people being afraid to say the V-word.)
So here’s some fun stats:
32-week scan: 6lbs 10oz. 99.98th percentile
36-week scan: 9lbs 7oz. 99.98th percentile
Well… when you have 4 more weeks to go, and the baby inside your belly already measures as huge for a baby OUTSIDE your belly… you plot the data points and extrapolate the graph, like the good little nerd you are.
And you get an estimated birth weight of 12lbs.
I was not super confident I could push out a 12lb baby.
But I didn’t have to make that choice, because my OB team made that for me. Apparently, the ACOG (American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists) recommendation for a baby estimated to be more than 5kg (11lbs exactly) in the absence of gestational diabetes is a scheduled Cesarean. You don’t want to go into labor and have the baby get stuck, get suffocated, dislocate a shoulder, get a permanent nerve injury, etc etc etc. Or have like all kinds of *GULP* vaginal tearing.
They scheduled me for 3 days before my due date and I was pretty sure I was going to go into labor early and that we needed to schedule for much earlier. I actually stopped working 3 weeks before my due date because I was HUUUUUUUGE and could barely manuever myself to do really simple things at work, like cast a patient’s leg or get myself around the parallel bars. And just in case I went into labor early, because I looked like I was about to give birth, like yesterday.
|The supply of Costco "bath tissue" shall |
forever memorialize the Great TP Shortage of 2020
But we did not go into labor early. AT ALL. None of the signs.
So we had a date set. December 2, 2020.
To be continued...