My son, Oliver.

My son, Oliver, was unanticipated. My husband and I had decided to wait to have our third child another year, but the joke was on us. Even as we made that decision little Oliver was growing in my belly – we’d already conceived! The pregnancy was my healthiest to date, completely uneventful. At my 38 week checkup I asked the P.A. to “sweep the membranes” as my first two pregnancies had had to be induced. I wanted to help my body initiate labor as much as possible. Each pelvic exam I’d had previously had shown that Oliver was head down – but when the P.A. swept the membranes we discovered he was actually breach, and that when they thought they were feeling the sutures of the head they were actually feeling his sweet, baby bum.

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