Good news day

Well. Perhaps it was the meditation, after all.

Noah made it to the 30th percentile with a lovely weight of 2580 grams or - drum roll - 5 lbs 11 oz! I'd gained 3 lbs in the last week (!!!) 2 of which could conceivably pretty much belong to him. He's pretty much in the clear now, whenever he's born. He may never see the inside of a NICU. Let's hope not.

That's only one lb less than Emily was at birth.

Score!

As usual heartbeat, breathing, movements, blood flow through cord, all fine fine fine. The technician, who sort of knows me now, showed me Noah's neck from all perspectives she could get to demonstrate how there is no cord anywhere about it in any direction at all. That was really thoughtful, esp. as she had a full roster. I felt very cared for. And it did make a huge difference.

I feel high on the news. Or I did. Until my obstetrician gave me a form and said "well, you could go into labour any time now, so carry this with you wherever you go."

ERK. That's a bit too real!

Shandra