As someone who loves yoga, cringes at high-fructose corn syrup, eats organic as much as possible, and avoids taking even Tylenol until completely miserable, I'm surprised that I'm not more willing to wait for a "natural" birth. Induction can be a risky business, forcing the body to do something it's not ready to do (let's spare the details here, as thinking about it is making me a bit queasy - even tho, as one of my good friends put it the other day, you were willing to put it in there so you've got to be willing to get it out!) and putting undue stress on the baby. More often than not, inductions result in C-sections. This is major abdominal surgery, and while millions of women and babies go through this on a regular basis, I'm not crazy about being one of them.
Then again, I'm having some emotions I'm not proud of. Like jealousy of those who have gone into labor naturally, a week or so before their due date. Impatience at having to wait what feels like an eternity to meet this kid. Worry that my body wasn't built for natural labor. Disappointment that the experience won't be what I pictured in my head. And mild annoyance at the constant "have you had the baby yet?" questions.
I found this today and only wish that I would've seen it about three weeks ago:
http://haveyouhadthatbabyyet.com/
Soon, very soon, the answer will be yes. We're checking into the hospital at 7:30 this evening and handing over our next few days to the miracles of modern medicine.
Wish us luck. Oh, and please cross your fingers that the hospital doesn't send Armando home for having a terrible head cold. He's coughing and sneezing all over the place and I'm terrified that H1N1 fears will have the staff sending him a one-way ticket to the cafeteria.
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