I went in for the post-dates testing required by the birthing center (which is attached to the hospital) today. Everything looks great--amniotic fluid, placenta, etc.
But they're estimating the baby's weight at 9 lbs 9 oz. I freaked--not about the size (which, frankly, is baloney--my midwife is estimating low to mid 7s), but because I'm now "risked out" of the birthing center.
Nothing I can do can change it. My midwives have fought this battle before and lost. And my midwife specifically said she wasn't worried about the weight estimate since she thinks the baby is just about average. Now I have to use teh L&D floor--supposedly everything else is the same, but I never, never, never considered a hospital birth. I never wanted to deal with the absurd policies and having to snack "under the table" and nurses who push drugs....
I can't get past being angry and sad. I've been crying all day. If I'd had a hint the weight estimate might be a problem, I would have postponed as long as possible, but with being so sick and dehydrated earlier this week I wanted to double check amnioic fluid.
I just feel so devastated. And since I really have no choice, i need to change my attitude in a hurry. Help. I know intellectually I can have the birth I want--but a huge part of me feels like this is the first big, big step in the cascade of interventions. And I know that being this upset is only going to hinder early labor.
Ugh. Sorry to babble on. Today sucks.
But they're estimating the baby's weight at 9 lbs 9 oz. I freaked--not about the size (which, frankly, is baloney--my midwife is estimating low to mid 7s), but because I'm now "risked out" of the birthing center.

Nothing I can do can change it. My midwives have fought this battle before and lost. And my midwife specifically said she wasn't worried about the weight estimate since she thinks the baby is just about average. Now I have to use teh L&D floor--supposedly everything else is the same, but I never, never, never considered a hospital birth. I never wanted to deal with the absurd policies and having to snack "under the table" and nurses who push drugs....
I can't get past being angry and sad. I've been crying all day. If I'd had a hint the weight estimate might be a problem, I would have postponed as long as possible, but with being so sick and dehydrated earlier this week I wanted to double check amnioic fluid.
I just feel so devastated. And since I really have no choice, i need to change my attitude in a hurry. Help. I know intellectually I can have the birth I want--but a huge part of me feels like this is the first big, big step in the cascade of interventions. And I know that being this upset is only going to hinder early labor.
Ugh. Sorry to babble on. Today sucks.











Anyway, dh and I are going to go out to a tasty restaurant and hang out together this evening.