I have had 2 sessions with the “specialist chiropractor” – she uses the Webster Technique to turn breech babies. The first one was on Saturday (she came in on her day off for a new patient!), and the second one was yesterday morning. Neither of us thought the baby had done anything except bend from side to side.
When I was there on Saturday, she was looking at my belly (to be able to hit the right spots working on my ligaments), and she leaned in really close while Tim was out of the room chasing J-man, and very softly and gently asked me if I had had the fingerprint bruises on my belly BEFORE I had the version attempt. For me, it was a wake-up call to remember that pregnancy is a dangerous time in many relationships. I hadn’t even THOUGHT about the fact that she probably does see women who are being abused during pregnancy. In my case, it was funny, because Tim is probably the most gentle man in the entire world… but it’s truly sad that she sees enough of it that she thought to ask.
Had an OB appointment yesterday afternoon, and she was running late. (This is one of my favorite OBs, partly because she delivered the J-man, partly because she never tries to make me feel stupid, and partly because she doesn’t give me shit about my weight. Tim thinks she’s a ditz.) We sat there for over an HOUR waiting for her, and every 15 minutes I had to go potty, because, you know, I am 38 weeks pregnant. One of the lab techs told me I would have the baby within a couple of days because when she had started going to the bathroom every 15 minutes, her baby had arrived within 2 days. I was all, “Yeah, but he’s breech, and you know I don’t seem to be able to go into labor on my own anyway. Plus, I had a bottle of water on the way over.”
So we saw the doctor, and she listened for the heartbeat, and all that was good… and she said, “Do you want to go ahead and schedule the c-section?” She could tell immediately I wasn’t into having the c-section (she GASPED when she saw my bruise from the version attempt), and asked if I thought he had turned. I told her no, that even though I was going to the Woo Chiro, I didn’t think the Bean had turned. She sort of rolled her eyes about the Woo Chiro (and so did we) but went out and asked for the ultrasound machine anyway.
She gelled up the belly, and started looking around, and looked worried. I panicked because even though we had just heard the heartbeat, you never want the OB to look worried. All of a sudden, she lifted up the ultrasound controller thingy, and set it right below where the big-ass bruise is… and said, “You’re not going to believe this. He’s head down!”
ALL HAIL THE POWER OF THE WOO!