Late stage pregnancy has been a study in patience and perseverance. As I write this, I’m about 7 hours away from the start of my labor induction at 37 weeks and 6 days. I’ve had it in my head for weeks that her birthday would probably be 2/20, and I will probably end up right.
Last Tuesday, we took a trial run to labor and delivery for a blood pressure spike. While we were there, the doctor gave us the choice—induce then or probably come back Thursday. After equivocating for half an hour, we decided to go home.
So, we went home. We spent Wednesday half thinking the next day was it. We took it easy, went out for breakfast then kept feet up all day. Blood pressure stabilized. Went to Thursday’s appointment and then…
another crossroads conversation. “I could send you today, but it would probably suck, or we could give you the weekend for your body to get ready.”
So, again, nesting, taking it easy, waiting today’s appointment and thinking that today they would say we’re going tomorrow. And then the OB, in her soft and calm voice, sees my record of readings and says, “Amy, you need to just have a baby.”
And, so, well, we hurry up and wait. We go to the hospital tonight, we get started, and we see what happens. As in childbirth, so in life.