Thursday, May 17, 2007
A few days ago I felt the excruciating pain of something happening within me. At first I thought that I had gone into labor and completely skipped early contractions, going straight for the ones that make you writhe off the bed, unable to breath.

Then I realized that Savannah had turned a complete 180 within me in a matter of seconds. Oh god, she has gone breech. A trip to the midwife yesterday confirmed it. They had no real suggestions other than "visualize the baby being head down". Um...thanks, &*#!. I got more information from Dr. Google, thankfully. Stuff like:

*Rock on all fours
*Do downward facing dog (yoga)
*Place frozen peas on top of belly and heat on bottom to make stubborn baby turn towards the heat
*Shine flashlight at bottom of uterus so that baby moves that way
*Have hubby talk into an empty paper towel roll directly onto the lowest part of your belly (again, to make baby move her head down there).
*Play music to lowest part of belly

Of course, during my midwife appointment I immediately said "I'm calling the chiropracter in the area who specializes in the Webster Technique of getting babies to move head down". Midwife had no clue what I was talking about. Ummm...are you actually a midwife? Are you sure? Because midwives usually know all the alternatives to traditional prenatal care and medicine. And you, ma'am, have done nothing but tell me that NO doctor within a 500 mile radius would ever consider helping me birth this breech baby vaginally due to my history. Oh yeah, you also knew nothing about chiropractic care that could help Savannah and I. And you even managed to put in a dire warning that if the chiro tried to move the baby with an external version she needs to know that I have a cesarean scar. Uh...duh.

Needless to say, I followed my own mommy intuition and called the chiro as soon as I stepped foot into my mother's house yesterday (we went there right after the midwife appointment). Well, first I cried some very pitiful tears, but then I jumped on the phone and called a husband/wife team of chiro's who specialize in the Webster Technique. I got in to see Dr. Jessica today at noon, even though I've had a phobia of chiropracters all my life. I can't even stand it when Jared cracks his knuckles! I couldn't possibly believe that I would ever be able to let someone crack my spine!

And yet today, when I walked into the office (a converted house) I was completely at ease. The husband was outside planting flowers and mulching, the receptionist went to the same college that Jae and I did (we had mutual friends, turned out), and the doctor I saw was a smiling, bubbly mom with her 3 year old in tow.

She listened to my concerns, adjusted my back, neck, pelvis, hips, etc. all while her daughter came in and out. It was a lovely, homey atmosphere and I was totally at ease. In fact, I loved it! She said that it feels like the baby has ample room to move around, and that Savannah will be an "easy turn". The best thing about this Dr. Jessica? As she was massaging my belly she spoke to Savannah as if she was a person, not just a fetus (I hate, hate, hate that word!). No other health care practioner has ever done that for me or my baby, and it felt wonderful to hear her saying to Savannah "Come on, sweetheart, you want to move down, don't you? I'll help you out - such a good girl!". My heart melted. Someone else was understanding that this tiny creature inside of me is in fact a real baby with real feelings who can hear us!

I go back next week (tues/thurs) and continue every week until Savvy moves head down. I know that this work (this combined with all the work I'm doing on my own). We will have the birth we need. And we may just hire Dr. Jessica to be our doula. I'm that impressed with her.

Posted by Kier at 11:09 PM |


At 7:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said........
Very cool! I've heard good things about chiropractor treatment for turning breeches, and I hope it works for you! Homeopathy can help too, Pulsatilla in particular. I'm not positive about the dose etc but you could google that or ask a homeopathic practitioner.

Light abdominal massage (not like with an external version), stroking the baby in the direction you want her to go may help encourage her to move too. rub from her bottom, up along her back and over as if encouraging her to do a somersault.

And I can't remember if you mentioned this one or not, but if you put something very firm on the floor (like an ironing board or table extension/leaf), angle it (like one end on the floor, one end on the couch) and then lay on there on your back with your hips much higher than your upper body, it can encourage baby to move out of the pelvis and it makes it easier to turn around. You do this for 10-20 minutes several times a day. Google it to get the exact technique though!

Good luck! ("Come on Savannah, turn for mama!!")


At 7:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said........
Some links you may find helpful:

You may have already come across these ones, but I thought they may help.


At 10:56 AM, Blogger Kier said........
Janice, thank you so much for your help with this! I'm going to find out about the Pulsatilla today and have been massaging the belly and baby all night and morning long. :)

At 8:07 PM, Anonymous Sara said........
Oh wow! Ainsley was breech until about 30 weeks (I think?) and then moved back, but I never remember feeling pain. She was probably still so small. I almost remember her going back and forth from breech to head down for a while before that, too. I wish I could remember the exact time frame she moved . . .

With friends, though, I have heard the "thinking" method of things. You know, try and "wish" the baby in the right position. I guess they wouldn't suggest it if there wasn't some logic to it. I would never have believed mothers and daughters have a unseen connection, though, until Ainsley arrived. Now I get spooked out sometimes by things I just "know". (Like 95% of the time, I wake approximately one minute before her in the morning. And I just *know* she is going to wake up right then.) Okay, I will shutup. Long day with no adult conversation.