Saturday, July 13, 2013
When push comes to shove...
I could have set an induction date this weekend to meet our little girl. As a matter of fact...that option still remains open. It's not because of any known stress on the baby (or me)...nor is it because the baby is suspected to be too big to deliver...the option is open because I progress relatively quickly when in active labor and my OB is leaving for vacation Tue. That's it. The only two reasons. And for the life of me, I can't justify shoving things instead of giving little pushes instead. Don't get me wrong, I want to have this baby. I walked two miles yesterday and the OB did an exam that "should help move things along" but I don't want to walk into the hospital with no contractions and get hooked up to pit. Do I think inductions are evil. No I don't. Do I think they have a place in modern medicine. Sure. Do I think nature always knows best, 100% of the time. Not always (i.e. babies that undergo stress when placenta starts to break down and labor still hasn't started). Do I trust my OB and the fact she doesn't think induction would stress me or the baby as I'm considered "favorable" or ready-sure I do. But I still can't see myself calling into the office all chipper to announce, "let's do this thing today". It comes down to the very basic premise that I like things to just happen. Plus...I have this lingering suspicion that this kiddo isn't quite as big as the others have been. Normally when pregnant, I get really annoyed with very bony feeling knees that sit in one spot too long and I end up shoving it to a new place so my abdominal wall isn't so sore. That hasn't been the case this go around. I was also wondering why, with all these contractions, I wouldn't have progressed more than I have (2 cm); but at the my last apt Friday, the OB said the baby is still really high, so it makes more sense now. I don't think the boys had the option of riding high at 40 weeks as they ran out of room...so where is the little lady finding the extra space? I've gained my normal amount of pregnancy weight, so I'm not stressed about it...but those two things are making me look at my belly sometimes with the question "are you ready baby?".
So here I sit, chilling out on my exercise ball while I type. I'm sure the baby will come along soon. I'm excited. I'm done knitting her sweaters, the house is about as clean as it can get with the five boys running around and I'm cooking beef roasts and putting them back in the freezer pre-shredded. I may schedule acupuncture next week if there is still no action, but I'm practicing trust in my own little way. Trust that the timing will be best if I'm patient and that I'll enjoy the experience as much as that is possible if I just wait.
And castor oil...if you are listening...I still don't want to take you. But if I hit 41 weeks for the first time, we may have to have a little reunion of sorts. ;)
Posted by L, Ann and boys at 8:54 AM