We’ve got a biggun’.
We’ve known that baby #3 is on the larger side for months now. It’s not surprising considering Simon was born at 9 pounds, 15 ounces. Also, my family has a history of larger babies (my dad and brothers).
I, however, was born at a petite 6 pounds, 9 ounces, and Nathan wasn’t too large as babies go either so you’d think we’d have a chance of producing a more average sized child.
Since we don’t reveal names until after our children are born, my brothers have always come up with nicknames for them. Elias was “Little Jeb.” Simon was “Bruce.” Back in August when Nathan went fishing with my brother, they saw a boat named “Bulk Titan.” Since we knew this baby was on the larger side, they christened baby #3 “Bulk Titan.” I always half smile and fake a laugh. It’s not like I actually ever think of the babies as these names. It’s just a fun piece of family lore.
But Bulk Titan may be more fitting than I’d like to admit….especially since having a larger baby definitely disrupts my plans to have a VBAC instead of yet another csection.
Today Nathan and I were lucky enough to be able to see our baby again at a growth ultrasound. We’re trying to gather data to see what the best and safest method of delivery will be for all involved. Look at this face:
So…baby #3 is currently weighing in at 6 pounds, 11 ounces (their best guess). That is more than I was when I was born! They are projecting 9 to 9 and a half pounds at 39 weeks…meaning….he’s projected to be my largest baby yet.
Most of me is just so thankful that he is healthy and that we’ll see him soon. (I’m almost 35 weeks) But the side of me that sat in the hospital bed crying after Simon’s c section saying that I’d never do it again wants to scream at the frustration of the situation. I feel stuck. Not wanting to have major surgery, yet not really believing it will work any other way.
We’ve got a lot of discussions with the doctor ahead of us so no decisions will be made for awhile yet. And…you never know. Maybe baby #3 will be more cooperative and will spontaneously decide to come at 38 weeks or something. I just have a lot of feelings right now…like any pregnant lady.
Enough whining, though. We are so lucky, and it was super fun showing Elias the pictures from the ultrasound. He claimed he couldn’t really see the baby because “his eyes are closed.” Elias also exclaimed, “I can’t wait to see him!”
These are special times.