To induce or not induce, that is the question.
The Boy was induced. He was 10 days late and nothing was happening. NOTHING WAS HAPPENING! I was huge, and kinda bored (I know, I know, bored…heh), and desperate for him to be born, so I bugged my doctor from a week before my due date until the day he was born for an induction. I was so thankful when they finally decided to induce me, even though it took 23 hours for him to make his appearance.
This time, I’m not so sure I’ll be as quick to ask for an induction. Yes, I’m not 9 months yet, so I may change my mind when I’m a massive cow waddling around my house, cursing evil crotch pain and my husband and the doctors and anything else that crosses my path. But for now, I’m really looking forward to not being induced.
You see, I’m assuming that this is my last pregnancy. I’d really like to know what it’s like to go into labour spontaneously. I’d like to experience what it feels like, counting contractions, even having my water break on its own. I want to be able to walk around the hallways because I’m not attached to an IV. I’d like to help labour move along on its own, even. Perhaps a sick part of me even wants to have a TV moment where I’m on the phone with my husband, screaming at him that it’s time, to hurry up and make it to the hospital, all while using that breathing technique that I totally didn’t use last time.
All that being said, being overdue was totally AWFUL. I’m sure I’ll cave at some point- both for my sanity and the sake of my overdue baby. But, for now, I’m stocking up on Raspberry Leaf tea, Spicy Foods, scrub brushes (I read that scrubbing your floor helps labour along?), and a whole lot of hope that I don’t have to play that long waiting game again!
How do you feel about induction? Did you go into labour on your own or did you get some medical help to get things moving?