Thea’s Three Boys
Thea is one of the tiniest women to come through our doors. All
four foot eleven of pure feistiness. She is blonde and spunky with
a contagious grin. She cruises through her pregnancy without a
hitch until around her thirty-fourth week. I see her in the office,
and as I am palpating her belly, I get the clear message through
my hands that something is desperately wrong.
When I check abdominally to make sure the head is down,
I feel a broad, firm globular mass high above the symphysis.
I have the immediate, sinking feeling that the baby’s head is