A blog about my ECV. By a super serious me!

First I shell start with a little update of what I have been up to since I last blogged. I've been to a baby scan with my bestie. And I'm sure the scanner women thought we was lesbians. Its not the first time this has happened to us. Also the carpets still covered in bleach, on the upside my house smells clean!  And  I'm not going to lie I have been constantly checking if i've had views on my blogs. The truth is no I haven't. I don't know what I expected. But I think I have 1 or 2 readers so I will carry on for them. And also I need to remember this is for me. To help me come to terms with all the trauma that has happened to me in the past 8 months. Which led to me having post natal depression. As my blogs go on you will understand what I'm talking about when I say trauma.
Before I suffered post natal depression I thought it was something minor. Maybe this is ignorant of me. That's a reason I want to blog. To provide awareness so people understand me and 100000s of others. Make people aware its more than just not wanting to hold your baby or a low mood. Its hell, I was consumed with thoughts of harming myself. I had no clue what was wrong with me. If I had have a chance to read a blog, like mine. Id have hopefully spotted the warning signs. But their is just nothing available. I did google PND to see if maybe that was what was wrong with me. But the information I found led me to believe I wasn't suffering from such a thing. I also seen an interview with a celeb. She stated she didn't want to be near her baby, due to her illness. Well done her for speaking out. But nobody says WHY they didn't want to hold the baby. And that's what I am going to try and get across.
As promised I am going to tell you my experience having an ECV.  I chose this over having a C-section for my breech baby. As a C-section scares me. The big day came I walked into the hospital like I had a beach ball between my thighs, why does pregnancy make you walk like an idiot? I also got all glam.....POINTLESS little did I no my makeup would all slide off, and my sleek hair would end up like a birds nest. I walked out of the hospital looking like a cave girl in a daze.
Anyway The procedure was done by a nurse and a doctor and I had a midwife with me at all times. You get hooked up to a monitor so baby can be kept an eye on. And then you have an injection in your upper leg, I think this is to relax  you for a better chance of the baby turning. I was told to expect a sharp scratch from the needle but wow it hurt pretty bad. She injected into my leg muscle and i've never had a prick like it (unless you count the one a dated in my teens). You have to wait a while for the injection to work, great opportunity for my husband to draw on the white board in the room with permanent fucking marker!
Once the medication was doing its job it was show time! Without warning one of the doctors starts jabbing into my lower pelvis with her hand karate style. I just had to tell her to stop and ask her to not just start on me like she was chopping wood, but could she talk me through the process as it was very daunting, and id deal with it better if I had a better understanding, of what she was doing why. So off she went again whak whak until they both had a hold of Dolly. And they started the turning process. From here it felt very surreal it felt like lots of pressure was being applied to my stomach. They was communicating like I wasn't there. But in the end did a brill job and dolly was finally in the correct petition. I was left a little shaken I just wasn't expecting it to be that bad. But the shock didn't last forever, and the pain is temporary.
By the next day I was feeling positive. Bring on labour. Get me in that birthing pool, its going to be easy from now on right? wrong! My next blog I will chat about my ever lasting labour and how I got my dream little girl in my most feared way.
Chat soon, I'm off for a date night tonight. Some adult time, watching the Grinch! But if he thinks I'm sitting in the shitty cheap seats he has another thing coming. Their has to be some perks to smuggling, 3 cans a monster, 2 bags of haribo and a small bottle of wine! And I have to fit my comfy socks and blanket in my handbag as well.