We’ve just returned from the 28 week scan and the news is good. I’m delighted to say that our child is perfectly average. She’s hovering around the 50th percentile for size and weight, which is just what we wanted to hear. I feel a bit like she’s been on a WeightWatcher’s plan since conception there’s been that many people keeping a keen eye out for any signs of diabetes related weight gain. And so far, there’s nothing to see but a perfect little baby.
Worryingly we are starting to see some genetic traits shining through. She seems to have inherited an awkward gene from somewhere. I can’t think where, I blame her father. We were hoping for a nice smiley picture from the scan, but while she gave us cracking glimpses of her healthy looking heart, kidneys, spine and brain her face remained resolutely covered by her hands and feet so we didn’t get a decent pic. So you’ll have to make do with one from the outside instead.
And to be doubly awkward she’s currently the wrong way up. Apparently 30% of babies are breech at this stage, with just 4% staying that way by 36 weeks. So we’re crossing fingers that she figures out which way is up, or down, soon and otherwise staying relaxed about the whole thing because ultimately she will come out one way or another.
Diabetes news is good too. HbA1c is now 5.1%. The only disappointment in this is that in the marital HbA1c betting syndicate my money was on 5.3% while the husband was spot on at 5.1%. I do hate it when he’s right. When we accidently blurted this out in the appointment the consultant told us that he thinks we need to get a life. I fear he may be right.
Having read a terrifying book on baby led breastfeeding which seemed to involved feeding the baby non-stop until it’s about 8, we went to a hospital breastfeeding class last night and I’m feeling much better about the whole thing now. I had a very sensible conversation with the breastfeeding coordinator who said they are more than happy to help diabetic mums to harvest colostrum to feed their babies with immediately after birth to help prevent low blood sugars. This is a vast improvement on the initial conversation I had with a Dr where they reacted like I’d suggested taking my baby to McDonalds for its first meal.
So, aside from the backache, constant insulin requirement increases and an inability to get out of bed without putting on a performance that would make a beached whale look elegant, life is good.