3 days overdue, or 7, if you go by the LMP/ultrasound date. NOTHING is happening. My cervix is closed up like Fort Knox, baby keeps getting into horribly uncomfortable positions, I took the cocktail and it didn't do anything (broke my midwife's streak... she's never had it not work before).
All of that would be fine if I wasn't having flashbacks of my experience with DD. I'm terrified that I'm going down the same road again. Terrified. I know I need to let go of that fear and just relax and take whatever THIS pregnancy brings, but processing through that is really hard.
COME OUT, CHILD!!!!
My mom's plane ticket is for Tuesday, but she'll move it if I haven't had the baby. She's not going to come until I actually go into labor, so I don't need to worry about missing out on having help because the baby doesn't cooperate. My dad is coming on Thursday whether I've had the baby or not. His work schedule doesn't give him as much flexibility as my mom, but that's fine. My mom is the one I need to have around when the baby comes. It will be nice to visit with my dad no matter when he comes.
My next prenatal appointment is Thursday. I'm absolutely dreading it because we'll have to set up plans for induction, and just thinking about that sends me into a panic. We'll see what happens. There's certainly nothing I can do about it. I've tried every single natural way to induce labor with both DD and this one, and not a single one of them caused me to have even a one contraction, not even the castor oil. So I give up. The midwife who I saw this last week went on and on about how having sex is the best possible thing to do, etc. etc. and I just looked at her and told her that it's done absolutely NOTHING to help me make progress/be more favorable/go into labor in either of my pregnancies. NOTHING. I'm not trying anything any more. I'm not getting my hopes up any more. He's either going to come on his own, or they're going to go in and get him. That is the bottom line. There is NOTHING I can do.
The last several days have been a whirlwind, so I haven't had a chance to post here, just on my birth board and lodge.
The fantastic, amazing, wonderful news is that I didn't have to go to my 41 week appointment, because I had a two-day-old!!!
William Ronan High was born on September 6th, 2011 (40 weeks, 6 days) at 9:44 am. He was 7 lbs, 6 oz, and 21 inches long. We are calling him by his middle name. He was a successful VBAC!!!! Can't even tell you how happy I am about that!
I posted a super long birth story on my lodge, so I won't go into full details here, but this is the gist.
I went into labor, appropriately enough, on Labor Day. I'm not totally sure what time it started, because I didn't think it was real at first, since I'd been having contractions pretty much every day for a week that hadn't amounted to anything. Around 10:30pm I texted my doula and my friend who was going to be watching DD to let them know that something might be happening. Right around then, the contractions went from about 15 minutes apart to 10 minutes apart. By 1 am they were 5 minutes apart, my friend came over to stay with DD, we started getting stuff together, and spoke to the midwife. I didn't want to come in too soon, so she suggested getting in the shower for a bit to see if the contractions backed off. They didn't- they were three to five minutes apart, and getting more intense, so we went in.
At the time I didn't have them tell me, but when we got there I was 4 cm, 90% effaced, and baby was at -1 station. Things went really quickly from that point on. My contractions were really long, really intense, and really close together. To make a long story short(er), this was at about 3:30 am. By 6:30 am I was 7-8 cm, completely effaced, baby was at +1 station, and I had gotten an epidural because he was dropping so quickly that my body was pushing (uncontrollably) too soon. Shortly after that I was just shy of 10 cm, so they broke my water to bring his head against my cervix to help it finish dilating. That didn't take long. Because I was a VBAC, they wanted me to push for as short a time as possible, so I labored down for a couple of hours because he was moving down so well on his own. Everything was going great, and when I started pushing, I was able to move him down really easily, and we thought it was going to be simple. But, that's when the trouble started. He started having MAJOR decels, reminiscent of DD's birth.
It was soon very clear that we couldn't keep pushing, and needed to bring in some OB's for a consult. I was scared for the baby, and SO disappointed thinking I was going to end up in a c-section when I was so close to a VBAC! Fortunately, God placed just the right doctor in the room at that moment- the head of L&D for the hospital. He wasn't on call, but just happened to be there, and apparently he is the guy you want to have in this situation. He assessed me, and recommended a forceps delivery, because a c-section would have been even riskier at that moment (they would have had to pull the baby back up the birth canal). So that's what we did! And boy was I happy that I'd already gotten the epidural! So things didn't go exactly as planned... forceps and an episiotomy in order to get him out fast enough... but it was still awesome! I did it, I was awake, it was an amazing experience after being under general anesthesia for DD's birth! I can't tell you how happy I am about it.
Baby's APGAR scores were 8 & 9, so he was clearly fine once they got him out. And the problem? He'd had the cord wrapped around his neck FOUR times!!! I didn't even know that could happen! I'm so thankful for how everything turned out. And for my sweet, precious baby boy who is an absolute doll!
I guess I need to switch over to a baby journal now. It's crazy that this seemingly never-ending journey of pregnancy has actually ended! I really and truly felt like I was going to be pregnant forever. This pregnancy definitely had its ups and downs. I am so thankful to be done with the morning sickness, to be able to start getting my body back, and that the agony of being overdue is finished! I am so thankful that we were able to get pregnant, that the baby and I were healthy throughout the pregnancy, that we had an amazing VBAC, and a precious son at the end of it!