The other day, I woke up and realised the baby hadn’t moved much during the night. Feeling a little worried, I decided to eat breakfast and wait to see if he would perk up (he usually does after breakfast). When I didn’t feel much else, I went to the store and bought an ice cold, sugary drink, came home and drank it, laid down on the couch and waited. Still only small movements.
I was terrified. I waited for 2 hours…and nothing changed. Baby was moving some, but not as much as usual. I texted my midwife, because I knew I couldn’t do anything about it until after my lesson (I only had one that day and it was the last one of the year) and waited some more. She replied after a little while and said that can be normal when the baby changes position and as he grows but it’s important to note any changes. We set up a time for me to come see her anyway and for her to check and make sure he’s okay.
All day, I avoided my thoughts as much as I could. I washed some baby clothes and did a lot around the house. There’s nothing like stress to give you energy. I didn’t realise how upset I really was until I was sitting in her office as she asked me questions about the baby and movement.
When I got up on the table for her to check him, I took a deep breath and tried not to cry. Soon, though, I heard the most beautiful sound–his strong heartbeat. I couldn’t hold my tears in any longer. My baby was just fine…just giving his mom a heart attack already. We listened for 5 minutes or so, and she reassured me that since his heartbeat kept changing and didn’t stay the same and it was all within the normal range, he was fine. And, of course, he made a liar out of me and moved more than he had all day when she was there. I didn’t care, though…my baby is fine and healthy. I’m so glad I went to see her and make sure, too, because his movements have changed. I guess him being in the head down position has made a big difference in what I’m feeling. Now that I know he’s fine, I’m not complaining.