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Apologies for the delay in updating this blog for some time. I’ve just had a baby you see, and what I’m finding these days is that it really is a plausible excuse for just about any short coming! And justifiably so, apparently babies don’t just sleep all the time allowing you to get around to your chores!
Not something I’d normally write about given this blog is purely about celebrating the frivolous, but having just been through my first pregnancy, I’ve spent the last 9 months as a slave to doctor Google. I don’t know what it is about pregnancy but suddenly you become the most cautious, hypochondriac ever imaginable. I know you think you won’t become one of those people ( but you will be). They say mothers guilt starts from the day you find out you’re expecting, and it’s true. Suddenly you question everything: ‘Is it safe to get a shellac?’, ‘can I bleach my moustache?’, ‘can a hot bath harm by baby?’…it’s a miracle that so many babies are born healthy with what your perceive to be ‘danger’ at every corner. What did pregnant women do before they could check everything with their mobile internet on Google? The worst thing is that you know you’re being ridiculous, shaking you’re head at how embarrassed you’d feel if anyone looked at your browsing history, but hey, a quick search will just give that extra piece of mind, right? Not so much! Unfortunately, like most things in life, people tend to only write about the negative experiences, or the 1 in a million occurrence.
So, when my relatively straight forward pregnancy turned up a ‘dynamic/funnelling cervix at 27 weeks, doctor Google sent me into sheer panic with all the worst case scenarios that filled the results pages. There wasn’t much professional or medical advice on the subject, but there were pages and pages on the forums where it seemed everyone with this condition had gone into premature labour, some terrifyingly prior to 30 weeks. From what I could gather my measurements where some of the shortest documented. After observation, two weeks later , the funneling had gotten worse – the shortest point measuring 0.8cm (at around 30 weeks it should have been between 2.5 – 3.5cms). According to my obstetrician this was scarily short and I was immediately put on strict bed rest. Contributing to the panic was a positive Fetal Fibronectin test and I was hurried off to the hospital and given a course of steroids just in case I went into labour prior to 32 weeks. A week in hospital, instructed to stay in bed and not exert myself, as well as a course of progesterone pessaries seemed to do the trick and I was sent home a week later with no further changes to my cervix measurements. I was on strict bed rest hoping to get to 34 weeks at the very least, which I was told was my best case scenario. I must say, I did my very best to stay in bed and take it easy, although with the threat of an early arrival I suddenly felt vastly unprepared for this baby that I’d been expecting 10 weeks later. It was an exercise in self control that’s for sure! I did take the advice seriously and stayed in bed till 34 weeks came and went, which at this time saw me stop the pessaries. I then ventured back out into the world, albeit at a very gentle pace and with as little exertion as possible.
And then, by some miracle or just sheer good luck, my dodgy cervix carried my baby boy all the way to 39 weeks and 5 days. I am now the proud owner of a healthy, full term baby boy! So, if you are one of the unlucky ones with a dynamic/funnelled cervix I hope that this post gives you a little hope and encouragement in what can be a very scary and isolating time. Please stay positive because sometimes it won’t be the worst case scenario.
Take care. Lisa x