Okay I am going to write this post today right now. The third time is the charm right? This will probably be a little long so if you want you can scroll down to see pictures and big pretty writing, though I do hope you read the whole thing. :)
Monday I woke up at about 6:40 probably a little before that; but that was when I looked at my phone. After an hour of laying there trying to go back to sleep I just gave up and got on my computer. We had set an alarm to go off at 8:30 so that we had plenty of time to get ready and get to the appointment. Naturally we left the house later then I wanted too. My hubby hadn't gotten out of bed before nine, which of course led to use leaving at 10:15ish rather then 10:00. And we had to stop and get gas, so we didn't get to the Perinatal center tell a couple minutes passed 11:00. It was okay though as there were still people waiting to go that were in front of me.
The ultrasound was okay. The tech pointed out the placenta to me and judging from where my kids butt was when she told me this it's on my right side, though I could be wrong. Maybe it's at the top... I don't know for sure. Anyway, the first thing she looked at was the kids heart. We watched it for what felt like forever, I started to worry, the next thing we looked at was the brain, that took a while too but at least with that she was taking measurements and such. Also the baby hates the ultrasound wand, I mean hates this thing. She kept just trying to kick and punch at it. There was actually a point where the tech was looking at the blood flow in the intestines I guess, and Baby was kicking at the wand, you could see it each time I could feel it, the whole screen would go blue and red, it was so funny.
On the way to the ultrasound I felt the kiddo get really low, and I mean LOW like I felt the kid put something kind of heavy in my pelvis. It was just SO uncomfortable and I couldn't believe that the kid would pick that day of all days to do that. Turns out kid's butt is what got put into my pelvis and the tech had a fun time prodding kid out of that position so she could look down there to tell us gender and look at what ever it was she needed to look at down there.
The one thing that kid was super uncooperative about was getting a look at the spine. That took over thirty minutes to do. I cannot believe how hard the tech was pushing on my tummy going all up and down my left side, I assume she was trying to get kid to move, since she couldn't get a good look, but I was sitting there wincing and complaining about it. Not that it mattered because she just pushed harder, Thanks tech way to make this completely miserable. Finally she decided to have the doctor come in and look at everything else and then try again to get the spine.
The doctor came in and sat me up, and looked through all the pictures. After she did that she put the wand back on me to see if she could see the kids spine. Yep she could; sitting me up was all that kiddo needed to move. The tech came back in and they got the pictures they needed. The doctor pushed on my tummy a lot less then the tech did, this tech actually pushed a lot harder then the tech from the NT scan.
Anyway I was handed three pictures. Our gender shot, and two of the baby's profile. I cannot tell you just how much this upsets me I have seen people leave that same fricken place with over 20 pictures and I get three, and two are the same? The thing that got me was that there was plenty of super cute pictures of fingers and toes and such that the doctor got to see, and why don't I get them? I didn't even get to see the kids face, I saw the nose and upper lip when she checked for cleft, and I saw the eye sockets when she looked at those, but I didn't get to see the whole face, I wanted to see how it changed. Now it wouldn't bug me if I had the kind of money to go off and get an elective scan, but I don't and I expected to get a lot of pictures with out having to ask for them. Also my entire left side of my belly is STILL sore, the scan was two days ago, yesterday my shirt was hurting it, and today it isn't much better. It feels like it's going to bruise. I take a long time to bruise though, I normally get a bruise a week later when I don't have a clue how I got it. Honestly I feel like I should call and complain about the tech. There is just no reason for my side to hurt this bad.
Honestly the reason the only three pictures upsets me so much is because I'm so scared that I wont get to take this little one home. And if this little one is still born then I want as many pictures as possible of this kid alive. And I just feel like I got screwed in that area. Now don't think I'm not super happy that nothing was found wrong on the ultrasound I really truly am, I'm just unhappy with the pain that I have and the amount of pictures I got.
Any way! Here is my super not cool blog gender reveal.
IT'S A GIRL!!!
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| There is defiantly nothing dangling there. |
I'm really neither happy nor sad that the baby is a girl. The first thing I said was "Now I don't have to see your mother's crushed face." I was talking to my husband. The first thing my Mother-in-law had said to me after we told her was "I hope it's a girl." This had me partially hoping for a little girl just so I didn't have to see the look on her face if I had to say "boy". I couldn't have cared less what genitals this baby has. I just want to take the baby home. I do think that after this baby is born and I hold her in my arms I will just burst in to tears, they will probably be a mixture of happiness and sadness. Happiness that I have a beautiful daughter here with me and that I get to take her home, and sadness that I never held her older sister, and that her sister never got to come home.
On a happier note: here are the other two pictures I got.
I'm going to do a cute gender reveal thing for the family later today, I'll post a picture of it later.
~Cathrin