Merry Christmas

It's Christmas...! Of course I have no idea what Christmas is, but I sense that it's something very special. My parents have been all busy buying things, making sweets, preparing a menu and putting beautiful lights in our house. They didn't make the traditional presepe like many italians do for christmas, but my dad says that we have our own little presepe, where he plays the donkey, the bull and Jospeh, my mum is Mary and he says that even I have my part in the scene.
Or maybe the decoration of the house and all this planning is because my arrival is to happen in only few days from now! It's not exactly what I had planned, but since I insist on staying head-up my parents tell me it's the only solution. Actually they made a last attempt to get me to turn last week. My mum announced it to me last tuesday, gave me a last chance to turn by myself or else she would have to use force. I had no intention to turn, so that night I just slept as normal, kicked her uterus a lot and did the amniotic rhumba as never before. Then next morning my mum skipped breakfast and went straight to the hospital with my dad. First I thought that it was this not-eating thing that was supposed to get me to turn, for the hours passed by and nothing else happened. But she could just as well have fasted at home, so there had to be another reason. My mum gets quite irritated when she doesn't eat for a long time, and I could feel that she was not very calm that morning. Was that how she was going to get me to turn? But then she started to use the relaxing exercises that she had learnt in the prenatal class, and that improved her state of mind a lot. Finally around 3 o'clock in the afternoon the moment that my mum had been waiting for arrived (it appeared that there had been several emergencies at the hospital that delayed everything for many hours). At that moment my mum was actually hungry like a wolf and her mouth was drier than the desert of Sahara, but she was ready for whatever was to come. She entered the examination room and a doctor examined the way I am lying with an ultrasound and saw that I was still in the divers position (a complete breech)...he sighed! Then he estimated my size and said that I was about 2850 g....and he gave another sigh, said that I was a bit big. Then he measured the liquid around me and a third sigh could be heard..he said that the amount of it wouldnt help! But early in the morning the liquid had been plenty when they did the ultrasound! Maybe they should have let my mum drink something during the day...if it doesn't rain the lake will become dry! Anyway, after this examination, the doctor started to push and squeeze my mum's belly with great force. First he pushed my bottom, then he made sure to know where my head was (using the ultrasound) and started trying to push the head first to one side and when he didn't manage, he tried to push it to the other side, but there is more resistence in me than one would expect of a small boy, so he got nowhere with all this pushing. In the end the doctor was so tired that he had to make a break before continuing. To make a long story short, the doctor made several attempts to get me to turn, but I didn't move. There seems to be some kind of resistency....! So now my parents are planning something called a cesarean section to pull me out from my comfortable nest. My mum is not happy about it, she would have preferred a natural birth, but she has also started to accept the fact that I'm not turning and that modern doctors are no longer skilled in delivering breech babies and therefore a cesarean has to be planned, so she has had to surrender. Now my parents are passing the days in a sort of an emotional limbo. On one side they are extremely happy that I will soon be there with them, and on the other side the imminentness of the event causes them to think what it will be like when I'm there and if they will handle the new role. They think about whether I'm ok and if the cesarean will go ok and there are millions of other related thoughts that fly around in their heads. It seems also strange to them to know that I will be born on a certain day, rather than them having to wait for the signs of my arrival before going to the hospital. Anyway, this will probably be my last blog as a belly-dweller...but I hope that I will soon be back as a newborn boy...therefore I'll use this opportunity to send you christmas-greetings...

Merry Christmas to all of you, and a Happy New Year.