When we saw our obstetrician on Monday she mentioned that our daughter’s growth rate had slowed down very slightly, and that we should have another growth scan to check up on her next Friday (the 11th). We didn’t worry too much about it because we knew that the sonographer had struggled to get a good abdominal measurement for her during last Friday’s growth scan (and that’s one of the key measurements used to estimate a foetus’s weight), so we knew that her most recent weight could be inaccurate. Also, we figured that we’d be getting sent for another scan much sooner if there was a serious cause for concern. However, we took the obstetrician’s advice to keep tabs on her movements and let the clinic know if we noticed them decreasing.
Late this afternoon I realised that I couldn’t remember feeling her move today, even after I’d eaten and drunk the kind of thing that usually gets both babies wriggling, like frozen grapes or hot drinks. We certainly weren’t panicking about it, but we figured that it would be foolish not to get things checked out, so we called the on-duty obstetrician and arranged to meet her at our local hospital for a scan. To cover all bases we loaded my hospital bag into the boot of the car and headed off (only a ten minute drive to our hospital, which is very handy).
It was pretty good to have an opportunity to visit the hospital and check out the maternity ward. We were installed in a delivery room and were seen really quickly, which was great. And the scan showed that both babies are still in great shape, happily wriggling away and both practising their breathing like little champs.
The scan was followed up by half an hour of foetal monitoring for both babies, and that was all fine as well; the babies’ heartbeats are nice and strong. Eventually we were sent on our way by the lovely obstetrician, who urged us not to hesitate to return if we had any further worries.
Obviously, it was all a bit stressful and surreal to find ourselves heading to hospital under these circumstances, and it was a big relief to be reassured that both babies were fine and that I didn’t need to check in for an emergency c-section. And at least we now know exactly where to go on the 16th (or earlier, if these babies become impatient). Only 12 sleeps to go!