Thought I would share the experience of my eventful Friday morning.
At my 36 week (DC2) midwife appt on Wed I was told baby was in breech and I was sent for a scan the next day. They recommended an ECV and that took place this morning.
The ECV itself was fine, uncomfortable rather than painful for me. But whilst baby allowed itself to be turned, it was not too happy about it and the heart rate dropped to a point which made the consultant press a big red button and I was rushed into theatre for an emergency c-section. They flattened the bed, put up the sides and whizzed me down a corridor, all without DH which was a bit frightening. As they were worried about baby they were about to give me a general anaesthetic (no time for an epidural for a ‘normal’ c-section) and had me all prepped with a canula in my hand, drip in my arm and I was on oxygen within minutes. The consultant checked the baby again one more time and the heart rate was back up so she held off to see if baby was recovering and s/he was thank goodness.
So they let DH in (he could not come in if I had needed a general anaesthetic apparently), who in the meantime had been put in scrubs and a silly hat. I was monitored in theatre for half an hour or so as they didn’t want to move me if I did need a c-section after all and when they were happy they wheeled me back in to one of the delivery rooms. I stayed there hooked up for another 2 hours, and by 1pm baby had calmed down and all was normal again.
I am now back home drinking a cup of tea and feeling surprisingly ok, if a little shaken. I can feel baby moving and actually feel a bit better now it is head down, as I am less short of breath and squished when sitting. Back to Plan A and waiting for normal labour signs.
I still feel we made the right decision for an ECV and it has not harmed the baby, and I would much rather a natural birth over a c-section. But I have never been so scared in my life.