Sorry to harp on this, but it keeps coming up. My midwife made a big deal again about how I need to "watch that weight gain" and cut out all white flour and sugar from my diet. She acknowledges that some big babies are genetic (um, yeah, I know), but then she had to go and play the Dead Baby card. I hate it when people do that.
She told me about a client of hers who was borderline for gestational diabetes and "cheated" the test by having her OB (I take it she was under some form of coordinated care) coach her on how to avoid testing positive. Once she squeaked through, she, in the words of my midwife, "totally let herself go" and packed on the pounds that last trimester. During labor, the woman admitted she had been baking for herself every day and eating pies, cakes, cookies, and so forth. (The horror!)
She was a small woman, and her 12-pound baby was lodged with an extreme shoulder dystocia that took the midwife seven minutes of hard work to dislodge. The baby was floppy and unresponsive and had to be rushed in an ambulance to the ER, EMTs fighting to resuscitate him.