![]() I have my next weekly appointment tomorrow where he said we can see where we are again. I was 1-1 and a half cm dilated at my last two appointments with no progress between the two. I just feel like if I give her a few days she’ll come on her own even though this is just a feeling and I’m not really showing physical signs. I’m REALLY having second thoughts about induction this early. I’m 40 weeks and 3 days now and my doctor has an induction tentatively scheduled for tomorrow night but I’m seeing him early in the day. New episodes air Mondays on Facebook.FTM here! I’m so curious about membrane sweeps. ![]() So if you’re wondering whether or not to strip your membranes, take caution! It might do exactly what you want it to.Ĭheck out Romper's new video series, Bearing The Motherload, where disagreeing parents from different sides of an issue sit down with a mediator and talk about how to support (and not judge) each other’s parenting perspectives. Of course, there are other factors to consider-it wasn’t my first delivery and I was already dilated past early labor-but I have no doubt it played a major role. In hindsight, I can’t help but wonder if my labor would have been as fast as it was if I hadn’t demanded my doctor strip my membranes. He was perfect and healthy and that’s truly all that mattered. Of course, the second my son was placed in my arms, I no longer cared about the pain. Labor moved so fast, but I managed to find the time to genuinely wonder if this is what death feels like. The burning, the tearing, and pressure so powerful I literally thought my ass was going to explode. And as luck would have it, it was time to push 30 minutes after getting the epidural. It took the edge off for roughly 20 minutes, but that’s it. I was able to get my epidural, but because my labor progressed so quickly, it didn’t fully kick in. ![]() But as my contractions grew even closer together (by the time we got to the hospital, they were 60-90 seconds apart), I became terrified there wouldn’t be time for an epidural.Īs it turned out, that was also a near miss. It was so intense that on the way to the hospital - a 10-minute drive - I was afraid I was going to deliver in the car. I had skipped the manageable buildup of early labor and was in the thick of active labor. Within 30 minutes my contractions were two-to-three minutes apart and were literally breathtaking. Not too intensely or with regularity, so I didn’t think much of it. On the car ride home, I started contracting. It was uncomfortable, but it paled in comparison to the 24/7 discomfort I was experiencing. “You’re already 4 centimeters, are you sure?” I was already 4 centimeters dilated and my baby’s big ol’ head was very low. I grunted and asked her to check my cervix. It was a nice gesture, but it wasn’t good enough. I took a long walk.Īt my 40+ week appointment two days later, I pleaded with my doctor to “get this f*cking baby out of me.” She looked at me knowingly (she was pregnant as well) and said we could schedule an induction if labor didn’t commence within the next few days. I got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the kitchen floor. ![]() I’d read about certain physical activities rumored to help induce labor and tried them all. The day before my due date, I decided to take matters into my own hands. And when I lost my mucus plug at 39 weeks, I put my hospital bag by the front door. It was my second pregnancy and I had been contracting on and off for weeks. I was certain I’d deliver before my due date. At my 40+ week appointment two days later, I pleaded with my doctor to 'get this f*cking baby out of me.' My hips and knees ached, my lower back was in constant pain and I peed every three minutes. My doctor estimated that my baby was 9 pounds (she was close! He clocked in at 8 pounds, 14 ounces) and carrying that load was miserable. By my ninth month, I couldn’t take being pregnant one moment longer. From the moment of conception, it was a bumpy ride: severe nausea, UTIs, Group B Strep, false labor, and sciatica so bad I had to rely on a cane to walk. Frankly, I was content with remaining pregnant until she was ready to come out. With my first-born, I was very blessed to have an easy pregnancy it wasn’t until the very end of my third trimester that I started to feel uncomfortable. My enthusiasm on GTBOOM was great enough that I had my membranes stripped to induce labor, and for those of you anxiously awaiting the stork, I have good news on that natural induction technique. I was absolutely one of them, especially with my last pregnancy. If I were a betting woman, I’d wager that most every pregnant woman nearing or past her due date has begged a doctor to “get this baby out of me” (GTBOOM).
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