I officially hit week 38 today in my pregnancy journey. At the gynae’s today, I was told that my cervix was still closed and tight.
I felt quite depressed after that.
Then I heard that baby is now 3.1 kg. (Quite heavy.)
As my first delivery was a c-section (due to a failed induction), I have an impending deadline, i.e., natural labour has to begin by due date (2 weeks time). It doesn’t help that baby also has a cap to his weight (anything above 3.3 kg is too risky in my doc’s opinion). FYI, he was 2.85 kg last week.
[Let me backtrack a bit. I'm aiming for natural birth because if I ever want to conceive again, going through a second caesarean now would mean compulsory caesarean for the third child. Also because of a quicker recovery period by natural, increased mobility, etc, which will allow me to still be able to play with Vera, my 2y.o. toddler]
So now, it feels like I can’t wait any longer. “Baby, come out now! Pleaseeee?”
Times like these, it’s good to put things back into perspective.
My opinion of waiting: a period marked by restlessness and not being able to focus on anything else but the object of that waiting. “I WANT IT NOW!”
A better perspective of waiting: God’s timing is best, and sometimes it may not match with yours. And we have to trust that He’s in control and that He loves you.
Even though it seems like He’s late, He’s never late.
So I just have to keep waiting, and keep hoping.