I had an ultrasound on Monday to follow up on my placenta. There’s something I never thought I’d be thinking too much about — the state of my placenta. But for the last six weeks it was always in the back of my mind. Back when I had my 18-week anatomical ultrasound, I knew that unless something of concern showed up, I wouldn’t get a call from my doctor. So when I didn’t get a call, I went about life without a worry. A few weeks later at my monthly appointment, my doctor casually asked me if the ultrasound tech had told me about my low-lying placenta. Huh? No, she hadn’t.

Apparently this phenomenon is no big deal and pretty common. Occasionally when the placenta develops, it attaches lower than it should. Most of the time as the uterus grows, it pushes the placenta to where it should be and that is that. But if it doesn’t move and gets too close to the cervix, that’s where problems can occur. (A placenta-covered cervix — called Placenta Previa — puts the mother at a high risk for bleeding and hemorrhaging once dilation begins, and therefor would require an automatic c-section.)

My doctor scheduled an ultrasound for a month later, telling me by then we would know for sure if everything moved into place. She reassured me by saying that in her whole career, she had never seen a low-lying one not move, and not to worry about it.

I went home, and worried about it, naturally.

Mostly because the whole thing was just out of my hands. There’s nothing I did to cause the situation, but there was nothing I could do to fix it either. All I could do was wait and see. Now, look. Would a c-section be the end of the world? Of course not! If that is the way to bring my baby safely into this world, then that’s what I’ll do. But they scare me. Much like a vaginal birth was scary the first time because it was unknown, the idea of a section, regardless of how many people I know who have had one, made me seriously nervous.

If it were to come down to it, I would most likely have a scheduled c-section rather than go into natural labor, especially since I walked around three centimeters dilated with Owen for over a week before he was born. That wouldn’t be possible in this situation.

ANYWAY – I waited. And every night I said a little “Go, placenta!” cheer, hoping the power of suggestion and positive thinking would help a little.

It did.

My placenta has moved to where it should be, and I’m back on track for a vaginal birth. Of course, there’s no guarantees with birth of any kind, so that doesn’t mean things will go as planned. But I’m happy that for now, things are as they should be and this boppy, bouncy little boy is safe and secure.

He looks a little bit like Owen did in there, only less chubby. If he is, that will be a shock to me. A lean baby? What’s that?