Susanne Remic is a primary school teacher, freelance writer and parenting blogger. She writes at Ghostwritermummy and Maternity Matters and in between all of that she regularly wins mummy of the year awards for running around after her two children, aged six and 19 months. This is her pregnancy blog: an online diary of her third pregnancy as she strives to overcome two difficult births, one angel child and one awkward toddler. Join Susanne as she shares every step of her journey from bump to baby!
Save the date
By Susanne Remic on 15 Dec 2011
We saw the consultant last week at our 28-week appointment. We went to the hospital ready for a fight; ready to explain our reasons for wanting - needing - a c-section this time. We had read, researched and discussed our options and we knew what we wanted. In the end, our consultant surprised us.
There was no resistance. We were listened to. We were understood. We were given a date.
Wow. A date. A real, actual date. A birth day date. The date on which our third child shall be delivered: safely, calmly and happily into our arms. If only for a moment.
I do know that an elective section is no walk in the park. I do know that I am offering myself up for major abdominal surgery. I do know that I will need a couple of weeks to recover. I do know that I will need to rely on those around me to help with chores, children and so on. I know all of that. I also know that I just might get a positive birth experience.
I cannot explain what this means to me. Since those two blue lines appeared on that stick, ‘The Birth’ has loomed in my mind like a large, ugly monster. Now, that monster is retreating and my panic which lodged itself in my throat is dissolving. I am starting to believe that maybe I will be ok, after all.
People send out Save the Date cards when they get married. This week, my husband and I sent out similar requests to our loved ones. We’re in an unusual position, of knowing when our baby will be born.
But let me tell you, that position is one of power. Relinquished control. I am, at last, in control of things that are happening and I have been given the chance to make things right at last.
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