How My Breech Baby Flipped Head Down At 39 Weeks

Navigating the journey of pregnancy often brings unexpected twists and turns, and for me, a recent doctor’s visit on January 25th was a stark reminder of this reality. At 38 weeks and 6 days pregnant, I received the news that my baby was fully breech. The options presented to me were limited: either undergo a cephalic version or opt for a c-section, as the chances of the baby flipping head down at this late stage were slim.

The weight of this news hit me hard, leaving me feeling overwhelmed and disheartened. The combination of a significant blood draw and the reality of the situation took a toll on me both physically and emotionally.

During a visit to my doctor weeks before learning about the breech position, I received concerning news about my baby being in a transverse position. This had already been a worry for over a month before the breech diagnosis came.

I found myself in a state of despair, expressing to my husband that I felt exhausted and ready to give up trying to change the baby’s position.

Reflecting on this experience, I recognize the rollercoaster of emotions that comes with pregnancy. It’s a journey filled with highs and lows, and moments like these serve as reminders of the resilience required on this path.

In a remarkable twist of fate, I decided to take matters into my own hands after learning about my baby’s breeched position. Following my doctor’s visit on January 25th, where a c-section was scheduled for January 29th due to the baby’s position, I embarked on a mission to encourage the baby to turn head-down.

I attempted a round of Spinning Babies positions, which I was quite familiar with due to regularly practicing them after learning about my baby’s transverse position. However, this attempt turned out to be risky as it caused the baby to shift into a breech position instead of the head-down position I was aiming for.

On the night of the 26th, while praying and listening to Hypnobirthing, I had a profound experience. I felt a significant shift and, with unwavering faith, I claimed in Jesus’ name that the baby had flipped. The next morning, on the 27th, I confirmed my intuition with a doppler. The baby’s heartbeat had indeed moved from high above my belly button to a lower position.

The joy and relief I felt in that moment were indescribable. I called my husband and children to share in the incredible news, and we all listened in awe as the baby’s heartbeat echoed from its new, head-down position. It was a powerful affirmation of the strength of belief and the miracles that can unfold in unexpected ways.

As my scheduled c-section date approached, just two days away, I found myself grappling with uncertainty. On the 28th, when the nurse called to go over pre-surgery instructions, I asked her “What if the baby had turned head down?”

I posed this question to the nurse, who needed to verify. After some time, she called back and said that they wanted me to come in for a checkup to confirm the baby’s position and ensure all was well.

On the 28th, my husband and I anxiously made our way to the checkup appointment. Every moment of the drive was filled with a mix of anticipation and nerves. Despite my confidence that the baby had turned head down, the build-up of emotions was intense as we entered the examination room.

So much anxiousness as my midwife began the ultrasound. With bated breath, we all awaited the moment of truth. And then, there it was—clear as day on the screen—nothing but the baby’s head in view. The confirmation was immediate and exhilarating. My midwife’s surprised exclamation, “I can’t believe it, he’s really head down!” echoed the joy and relief we all felt in that moment.