We went to the Maternal-Fetal Specialist today and got an ultrasound. I was sent to the specialist because of my blood disorder and also because my belly was measuring small. Everything was fine! Whew. She is in the 36th percentile for size, which is within the normal range. She weighed 3 pounds 1 ounce today. All of her measurements are symmetrical and all of her organs are developing fine. Yay! We got to see her practice breathing by moving her diaphragm up and down. Her face is squished against my uterus and she liked to stick her tongue out at the ultrasound probe. She’s still breeched, but it’s still early and she has time to turn. We also got to see some 3-D pictures and these actually looked better than the ones at the elective place.
The only not-so-fun part was that I was laying flat on my back for the ultrasound and around the time they started looking at the heart I started feeling like I was going to pass out and my breathing felt funny. I thought it was in my head, and kept telling myself to calm down, she’s fine… but it kept getting worse and I started feeling my limbs go tingly and fall asleep, so I finally told the technician “I feel like I’m going to pass out” and turns out that is normal because laying flat causes the baby to compress your veins. A change of position made the strange feeling go away almost instantly. Then I felt silly for not speaking up sooner and lying there for 10 minutes wondering what the hell was going on.
We don’t have to go back to this specialist until 5 weeks and that’s really just to check her growth to be sure it’s still good. It felt good to have a specialist look at every detail and make sure everything was fine. As he went through the ultrasound and told us each organ looked great, I felt like I was checking items off my worry list. The heart is fine, check. The bladder is fine, check. No cleft palate, check. Lungs are fine, check. So the list of things to worry about is definitely shorter than it was yesterday, but I guess now that I’ve started this journey into motherhood the list of worries will never be empty.
