Yeasterday morning I finally got my shit together and spent two hours on the 'puter typing up my Crunchy-Deluxe Earth-Mother Birth Plan. 7 pages later and I had every possible contingency covered. It was a veritable thesis on Natural Birth. Not that I'm a control freak or anything, but I do like to have my bases covered and people to know where I'm coming from and what I will not have under any circumstances and okay so I'm a control freak.
Half an hour later I got a call from the hospital.
My placenta is still considered low lying and therefore I have been kicked out of the Birthing Unit and sent directly back to regular old Antenatal where they like to Do Things To You. I've been told to make an appointment with the Registrar on Monday to assess the situation as to whether its possible for me to have a normal birth.
Umm...this wasnt on the Birth Plan. Nowhere did I mention anything about planned caesarian. I've been quietly freaking out ever since, it being above 40 degrees (108F) here and too hot to freak out with any gusto.
The worst case scenario is that as the uterus thins and stretches even more I start bleeding sometime in the next couple of weeks, require constant bed rest in hospital as they try to keep the pregnancy going until 36weeks, when they do a c-section. Best case scenario is that the placenta stays attached and moves up with the uterus, moving out of the "danger zone" and allowing me a completely normal birth.
I knew it was all too good to be true. My body just HAD to screw up somewhere along the line.
Now I have to try to get my head around the possibility of a c-section, something I have diligently not thought about because it wasnt part of The Plan. How am I, someone who shakes uncontrollably in the dentist's chair, supposed to cope with being conscious for open surgery?
Nope, they'll have to rethink this one. I'm not going to have placenta praevia. Lalalalala not listening....