Induction - and not into a hall of fame!
My husband made me apologize to our fetus yesterday.
"Say you're sorry," he told me over the phone when I called him a few minutes after leaving my final appointment with the Ob/Gyn. "It's not his or her fault."
Fine, I answered sheepishly. I'm now five days overdue and apparently not going to have this baby without medical intervention. My cervix of steel just won't efface (get thin and soft) or dilate (open up!) on its own. So the baby, which has dropped "as far as it's going to go short of being born," my doctor said, can't really get out just by knocking its head against the lower portion of my body. And the hormones bumping up and down inside of me have proven no match for my iron innards.
"You're a tough nut to crack," the doctor said. I'm still laughing at that remark. I've always been stubborn. Shoulda known!
Induction. I've heard about it. I've read about it. And now I'm about to experience it at some point in the next day or two, which is great - because I'm getting antsy in this crazy pregnancy-mom-to-be limbo!
While I have only little clue as to what to expect - gel, then an IV drip (needles - damn I hate those!!) - I am so thankful for modern medicine. Would I, and or the baby, have died in childbirth 100 years ago??
How would the baby have gotten free? Or, would my ridiculous combination of genetics ensured that evolution weeded out my family lineage long, long ago?
Crazy stuff. Not that I'm religious, but thank god I don't have to worry about any of it.
So, I'm told that sometime before the end of this week I'll be holding my baby. And I'll never sleep again!