On exactly 33 weeks I was feeling less movements from my little man. Even after eating he’s usually kicking me in the ribs and doing somersaults but he had gone quite quiet. I went in for monitoring and as the nurse was strapping me up he started his acrobatics again. Heart rate was very high but came down as I had a glass of water. Must remember to drink enough water from now on.
They routinely offer you an ultrasound to measure growth after an episode of reduced movements so I reluctantly went in the next morning, by then I felt pretty stupid and thought everything was fine. As the sonographer measured his head and torso she must have pressed a buzzer to call for a second opinion.
I’ve already tested normal for gestational diabetes, so that was ruled out. ‘He’s perfectly in proportion but he’s very big, how big were you when you were born?’ I found out I was just over 8lbs and I knew I was an emergency c section after a long hard labour. They showed me his hair growth, his cute nose which is exactly the same as mine and checked his lips, stomach, brain and heart. Everything seemed as normal.
‘He’s measuring 6lbs 7oz’
That’s crazy big for 33 weeks old?
I have to see a doctor and go for more scans. They told me the amniotic fluid around him was slightly higher than it should be, but when I asked what this could indicate they simply said because he’s big he might just produce/need more.
Maybe I’ve got my dates wrong and baby will be here by Christmas? He was conceived immediately after a missed miscarriage so period dates were all wrong.
Maybe they’ve guesstimated his weight wrong?
Should I stop eating sugary foods creating a monster babe?
Will I get to have an elected caesarean?
Must start perineal massage for my poor vagina!
Most importantly is he going to have any birth defects?
This question has bothered me throughout the pregnancy, firstly with the tests they do for downs and edwards which came out 1 in 310 for me (putting me at 35 and I’m actually 30). I won’t be doing that test if I have any other children.
Before I left the second sonographer said ‘don’t go googling’.
Easier said than done. My little man is not going to be so little anymore, no need for any newborn size clothes. To make up for the quiet spell he kicked all day the next day. Maybe I should think of a new name for him, Bowzer?
Has anyone else experienced this?