Both of my babies were so comfortable in the womb, they did not want to come out. In the last month of my pregnancy, I was a wreck. I couldn't wait to see my kids and I wanted to meet them, hold them, and hug them. My OB-GYN requires a week past due date in order to induce. So when I came in for my 40 week checkup and only 1 percent dilated, my doctor scheduled an induction. Since I was not familiar with the process, I made sure to ask all the questions before being induced.
I'll be honest, I didn't care how my babies got out as long as they got out. Both of my pregnancies were tough. Due to a heart condition, I was considered high-risk with both pregnancies. I had to take medicine that wasn't 100 percent safe in pregnancy, simply because the benefits outweighed the risks. I also had to be monitored every four weeks. Each ultrasound was met with much stress and I was constantly wondering, "Is my baby OK? Is he or she developing normally?" It was all nerve-wracking.
In addition to the heart condition, I was miserable. With both pregnancies, I was deathly ill during the first trimesters, had aversions to many foods, and every part of my body was swollen and in pain. By the middle of my third trimester, I was done. Done. I wanted these kids out. Judge me all you want, but I would have sold a good part of my soul to get them out.
Luckily, no soul selling was necessary, because my OB-GYN scheduled an induction. Of course I had hoped I would go into labor on my own and "naturally." I've taken all of the birthing classes, so I wanted to be as "natural" as possible when it came to laboring in the hospital. However, and as many moms know, plans and babies just don't go together.