Sunday, October 1st, 2017
Home, the day before going into the hospital for Caesarean section to give birth to our little baby Libra chicken girl.
Not sure if everyone (Baby, Greg & me) in our family is ready for this, yet it is happening tomorrow. Even both my wrists hurt, thought I'd write something, as a brief record of my mood.
We are so close to the expected due date (on October 8th 2017), yet Baby girl is stubbern as her parents (or even more so than her parents?!), she's in breech position since the hospital found out on September 8th 2017, a month before the due date. This last month has been quite a jounery itself. There had been several attemps to try to turn Baby yet she's just so comfy staying head up and bum down...
This then resulted in a Caesarean birth, as the hospital would prefer. And this, of course, threw out what Greg and I visioned about a natural birth. During these few weeks, my mind and mood had been up and down beacuse of the unknown. There was some hope that Baby would turn herself sometime before the last minute. Yet at the same time I was so drained with the idea of not knowing which position she'd be in the last minute. I didn't know how to prepare my mind and body for it... Several times I just burst out crying for the tiniest thing that seemed not even related and left Greg in a situation that I felt sorry for. Then I felt quilty for not remaining a calm mood, worried that Baby sensed my shaky mood...
