It’s been a whole 11 days since my last bath, so tonight was full relaxation mode. I used my last wonderfully blue bath bomb from Simpsons, put on some piano music accompanied by the soothing tones of lapping waves, lit a yummy candle and let my mind and body rest.
I headed in to the hospital for my growth scan this morning. Another nightmare time trying to find a parking space, in the end I just had to abandon it in a non space, behind someone else, at the end of a row. There was still plenty space for others to get by, but it still felt a bit cheeky! It’s ridiculous how bad the parking is at Raigmore.
The growth scan went well. Hooray! Baby Mac is measuring just above the 50th percentile, and appears to have a pleasant amount of chub on them. It was wonderful seeing their little pouty lips suckling and practicing breathing. Still hard to believe we’re going to meet them in a matter of weeks/days, and our lives will officially change forever!
When I popped down to my regular hang out spot these days, Ward 9A, I was asked how movements had been in the last couple days. I mentioned Baby Mac hadn’t been dancing as often as usual yesterday, so they hooked me up to the CTG again to have a look. The Doctor came to look over my scan and ask a few questions. Everything looked good, and after a couple of biscuits baby was wiggling away, loving life, and the CTG picked up some Braxton Hicks, so they were happy with how things were looking. However, she said if I noticed that movements were still reduced throughout the day to let them know. They’d then get me back in to have another look, and discuss the option of being induced. That was an exciting prospect; getting to meet Baby Mac and being able to physically see them breathing and moving, and therefore know they’re ok, instead of being hypersensitive about their movements each hour. I have since discovered that being induced does not make for a very pleasant labour, as pleasant as labour can be…your contractions go from 0-100 rather than building up slowly, you’re more likely to be hooked up for monitoring or request an epidural, restricting your ability to move around the room in to more comfortable positions, or get in the birthing pool. Sob. But, if it’s the best thing for the baby, then of course we’ll do whatever it takes! So, we’ll see how lively Baby Mac is over the next few days.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot to mention the absolutely wonderful bath I had this evening! I am loving being in a house with a bath again. This is the first bath I’ve had at night in a long time, so I took full advantage and grabbed as many candles as I could to create a nice relaxed atmosphere, and put on some hypnobirthing music. I admit I had to change the album quite a few times before I found something that was relaxing for me, not just airy fairy, space music! Sounds of flowing water are best for me, not surprisingly. So when the time comes, we’ll just put on the sound of lapping waves, and pretend I’m giving birth on a beach. I haven’t tried to find hypnobirthing music with someone speaking over it, instructing me how to breathe, etc. I feel that might be a bit too out there for me…but perhaps I should give it a try before I knock it. I might be thankful I did!
I bought bath bombs and this bath creamer on Saturday and today I had one of the longest baths I’ve ever had, it was wonderful! It probably took me just as long to figure out how to turn the hot water on and wait for the water to heat up beforehand…so I had to make the most of it once I was in! I watched an episode of Downton Abbey, which I’m re-watching right now, and then I listened to some Hypnobirthing music, topping up the warm water as time went on. I would’ve stayed in there all evening too if I wasn’t a shrivelled prune.
I hope this little Bubba loves baths as much as it’s Mumma!