Yesterday was our first prenatal check-up! Of course I was excited to make sure that baby is healthy, and hear the heartbeat, and get my cervix examined (ha), but really, I could not wait to see Deana. My midwife.
Corey and I decided when I got pregnant with CR that we wanted to be in a hospital, but we didn't really want to deal with doctors. In my opinion, I have the best of both worlds: The safety and security of a hospital in case anything goes wrong, and a laid-back, relaxed birthing coach without a god-complex. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not against home-births OR doctors. This is just what fits us best.
Deana is in her mid-thirties, has regular brown hair styled in a cute, short do. Probably so it doesn't hang in her face as she's yanking babies out of their mothers. She's got a slight build at 5'5", and nice soft hands. And she has the most magical voice ever. She knew exactly what to say as each contraction hit, with a combination of authority and comforting words. No, I am not in love with her. I am just in awe that someone can be so comforting during the trial of child-bearing.
Now back to the check-up yesterday. Everything looks and sounds normal. Apparently my uterus is positioned so that I will probably show earlier. Cool. Looking forward to wearing my maternity clothes as soon as possible! It was a tad early to talk about our birth plan, but we agreed that I would try a water-birth again since it worked so well with CR. I go back in another 4 weeks to get everything checked again.