My rear end up on the couch and my shoulders on the floor below I groaned as I tried to get up safely. Spinning babies was not exactly comfortable as I had reached 39 weeks in my third pregnancy, but I was determined, scared?, to get my breech baby head down. I had two young boys who still needed me to lift them and break up fights sometimes and there was no way I was going to let this pregnancy end in a C-section. We had moved during the pandemic, far away from family, and making friends was difficult. Where would my support be if I needed help after surgery? I had already scrubbed floors that day, another way Dr. Google had told me I could flip a baby, and I was exhausted.
I felt a rather large movement inside of me upon standing.
