On Monday, February 6th I decided to go for a jog. I was 41 weeks pregnant and had worked out my entire pregnancy. I figured BEST case scenario I would pop my bag of waters. Worst case? I would have a sore back and become tired. CLEARLY I did NOT break my water and only succeeded in feeling ridiculous. I was totally done with this pregnancy. I was tired of hearing friends and neighbors to ENJOY this last little bit of ME time. I was also tired of hearing, “You are STILL pregnant? Weren’t you due WEEKS ago?”
I would like to add that pregnant women should NEVER wear horizontal stripes. But being the pregnant woman that you are, your choices are limited and you are stuck between WHICH horizontal stripes would look better on you…or less fat.
Tuesday, February 7th arrived and I was still pregnant. I was not surprised; I’d decided that the baby NEVER wanted to evacuate the premises and I was almost right. 41 weeks + 1 day pregnant and the midwife deemed me READY, but I’d been ready physically for weeks, so what was new? I was 5 cm dilated and the baby was low. There was some concern…I’d lost 3 pounds that week and Baby Sooner was STILL measuring small, as she had been since Week 35. It seemed that my placenta had quit doing its job and it was time to talk induction. My midwife KNEW how I felt about induction, but also that I wanted a healthy baby. She beat around the bush about a non-stress test and hemmed and hawed until I busted out, “Are you telling me I could give birth to a dead baby?” (I’m more of a BLUNT person…) The midwife replied, “Well, yes, a possible still birth. This needs to happen today or tomorrow. Call your husband.”I was bleeding as well and baby needed out. Clearly she needed help in the evacuation process. I’d had irregular contractions for weeks and it was just causing me to dilate and become excessively tired. It honestly felt weird walking around five cm with Sooner’s head fully engaged in my pelvis. It was a total mystery why baby wasn’t coming OUT!
So I called Q. And my Mom. And Clarissa, who instantly came over to take care of Gooner for us while we “went and got baby sister.”
More to follow…