Not a fun appt with the dr today. He is out of town all next week (stupid holiday!) and only one of his back up docs will even consider a trial of labor for breech. Add to that, the babe is getting bigger, the fluid is getting lower and the baby has made no progress into my pelvis - still very high. All not good signs for a successful breech delivery. Its like waiting will only give me a slight chance of a successful birth, since the odds keep stacking against me. My cervix is high, my bishop score is low, so even an induction is not likely to succeed. Even my HB MW was telling me that home induction methods were unlikely to work based on what they felt.
I do have a call into the Dr to see about trying Cervadil tonight, since it did send me into labor with my DS. And if it doesnt work, we go ahead with the Cesarean. At least that would be one more potential "out" before we go under the knife.
I could wait til 42w, but then there are just so many what ifs. So much to think about. So much to worry about. I am getting opinions from all over the place. Just when I think I am at peace with one decision, I think of another consideration. And then there is the eternal conflict of all of my book knowledge that seems to conflict with my emotions when its happening to ME.
So in all likelyhood, I will have a baby by this time tomorrow. Sigh. I should be happier, no? Why do I feel so beaten down? So broken? So indecisive?
I do have a call into the Dr to see about trying Cervadil tonight, since it did send me into labor with my DS. And if it doesnt work, we go ahead with the Cesarean. At least that would be one more potential "out" before we go under the knife.
I could wait til 42w, but then there are just so many what ifs. So much to think about. So much to worry about. I am getting opinions from all over the place. Just when I think I am at peace with one decision, I think of another consideration. And then there is the eternal conflict of all of my book knowledge that seems to conflict with my emotions when its happening to ME.
So in all likelyhood, I will have a baby by this time tomorrow. Sigh. I should be happier, no? Why do I feel so beaten down? So broken? So indecisive?