All of a sudden, I’m 17 weeks into this whole surprise reproduction experiment. I’m feeling lots of fluttering in my uterus these last two weeks, a lot earlier than with my last two pregnancies. I’m also showing a lot earlier. Already, I’ve lost sight of my feet!
I switched midwives this week, mostly because I have no faith that Cambridge Birth Center will actually be the place I’m allowed to give birth. There are so many medical regulations dictating the admissions and requirements of most birthing centers that are associated with hospitals. I don’t blame the midwives at all, but I don’t want to be rolled across the parking lot to give birth at Cambridge Hospital. I switched to Midwives at Mount Auburn Hospital, and I’ve been assured that they will do their best to allow me a medically unassisted delivery at Mount Auburn, as much as is possible.
My new midwife informed me yesterday that I’ll be seeing the Advanced Maternal Age Specialist at the hospital when I get an ultrasound in a few weeks. Being over 35 and pregnant qualifies me for this, umm, honor. It’s a good thing I don’t turn 40 until a few months after I’m due, or more… honors would be bestowed upon me.
The AMA specialist will likely recommend that we induce labor at a certain gestational age. I’ve been doing a lot of reading about advanced maternal age and the complications of having children past 35. So, I am aware. I get the reasoning for such recommendations. But I’m also very healthy and had NO complications in my last two pregnancies. My medical history is positively boring. I will, of course, adhere to recommendations IF there is any evidence that I need to for the sake of the baby’s health.
Don’t get me wrong! I’m grateful to be living in a part of the world where good prenatal care is available. And I realize how lucky I am to have excellent insurance, a caring and supportive partner, and the availability of modern medicine in case there are any complications.
Still, it kinda sucks to be treated like a risk, based on my ADVANCED age. But I’m going to have to put this out of mind, for the sake of my own happiness. I want to continue to be positive, big-bellied confident mom-to-be, not her paranoid, obsessive, pessimistic alter-ego.