Apparently this child is determined not to be taken for granted, even if he is the third in our family. This pg we've gone through an anterior placenta (which isn't a problem, of course, but did mean that it took longer for me to feel consistent movement and rather freaked me out), a two vessel umbilical cord (which could be associated with various heart/kidney issues (ruled out through u/s) and growth retardation -- ha!), and polyhydramnios (my fluid levels have been as high as 35, where the cutoff for high normal is 24). There's a slight concern that the baby may have a fistula between his trachea and esophagus (leading to the increased fluid levels), so a tube will have to be run down his esophagus to make sure it reaches his stomach before he can nurse.
With all of this, we risked out of our homebirth about 5 weeks ago. Our midwives also have hospital privileges, which is good, but it was still a huge disappointment.
Today (38wks 6days) we got a weight estimate from our final serial growth scan. 11 pounds, 12 ounces. The irony of having these growth scans due to IUGR worries and then having Gigantic Baby doesn't escape me.
My m/w figures he could be somewhat smaller, but palpation suggests that it's not that far off. (I also do have a history of good-sized babies, although not that big -- 10-3 and 8-8.) Between his size and the substantial excess fluid (with its dangers of cord prolapse and placental abruption), the recommendation today was for a scheduled c-section. 
I'm broken-hearted. This is so not how I wanted my last pg to go. Of course, parenthood isn't exactly a made-to-order endeavor, so it's not surprising to not get what you want, but this really is pretty rotten. And, of course, I'm worried that I'll go in tomorrow morning, they'll do the c-section, and he'll end up being about 9 pounds, and this will have been for nothing. At least I do know that my m/ws have a c-section rate of ~5%, so I do have a lot of faith in their judgment. They're definitely not surgery-happy, and if their experience and knowledge is prompting them to call for this, it seems likely to be a good call. And, since we're planning for this to be our last baby, I won't have to worry about VBACing. If you've got to have a c-section, I guess the last baby is the time to do it.
Can you tell I'm looking for a bright side?
Anyway, I'll post once I'm home in a few days. I'd tell dh to post an update while I'm in the hospital, but heck, half the fun of having big babies is telling people just how big they are! 
With all of this, we risked out of our homebirth about 5 weeks ago. Our midwives also have hospital privileges, which is good, but it was still a huge disappointment.
Today (38wks 6days) we got a weight estimate from our final serial growth scan. 11 pounds, 12 ounces. The irony of having these growth scans due to IUGR worries and then having Gigantic Baby doesn't escape me.
My m/w figures he could be somewhat smaller, but palpation suggests that it's not that far off. (I also do have a history of good-sized babies, although not that big -- 10-3 and 8-8.) Between his size and the substantial excess fluid (with its dangers of cord prolapse and placental abruption), the recommendation today was for a scheduled c-section. 
I'm broken-hearted. This is so not how I wanted my last pg to go. Of course, parenthood isn't exactly a made-to-order endeavor, so it's not surprising to not get what you want, but this really is pretty rotten. And, of course, I'm worried that I'll go in tomorrow morning, they'll do the c-section, and he'll end up being about 9 pounds, and this will have been for nothing. At least I do know that my m/ws have a c-section rate of ~5%, so I do have a lot of faith in their judgment. They're definitely not surgery-happy, and if their experience and knowledge is prompting them to call for this, it seems likely to be a good call. And, since we're planning for this to be our last baby, I won't have to worry about VBACing. If you've got to have a c-section, I guess the last baby is the time to do it.
Can you tell I'm looking for a bright side?
Anyway, I'll post once I'm home in a few days. I'd tell dh to post an update while I'm in the hospital, but heck, half the fun of having big babies is telling people just how big they are! 






Hugs, Mama. Hope that all goes well and your little guy (or big guy!) arrives happy, healthy, and ready for some of Mama's good milk!







