Oh, where to begin?
As you may recall, when we last left the labor "story," we'd chosen NOT to induce the baby on Thursday, July 3. This was because we'd hoped that she'd magically decide to pop out of me -- naturally -- shortly thereafter.
But when the holiday weekend (and my birthday) came and went without so much as a single Braxton-Hicks contraction, we found ourselves back at the doctor's on Monday afternoon. We entered the doctor's office prepared to offer a lot of shoulder-shrugging, and rightfully so. Upon seeing us the receptionist exclaimed, "You're still PREGNANT!?!?"
We were still in good spirits, though. We met with the doctor who delicately explained that we'd need to go to the hospital in the morning and that we should be sure to bring our bags with us.
We didn't sleep well. We called the hospital at 8 a.m. and asked when we should come in. They apologized but said they were too busy and to please call back at noon. We called back at noon, they asked us to please wait a little longer.
I sat on the sofa in utter disbelief while Ish worked upstairs. Just another day, except for the part about waiting for the hospital to call us to say Yes, you can come have your baby now. I alternated between watching DVR'd episodes of Law & Order: SVU and the Michael Jackson Memorial Service. Both seemed like the most totally, completely wrong things to be watching while waiting to (possibly) go to the hospital to have labor induced. But there you go. Life, stranger than fiction.
Just before 2 p.m. we got the green light to go in. For no reason that has anything to do with anything, the garage door broke on our way out.
We managed to get it closed, but what an odd thing to happen, you know? I don't think there's a single omen that could be harder to interpret. Ah, yes. Your garage door has closed at a broken angle. To the ancient Greeks, this meant your child would be born a girl and in the early evening.
Note, if you can make it out, how lopsided the door is.
After tests and consultations and all that jazz, we said yes. Let's get it going.
At 4 p.m. they gave me Cytotec, a drug that sparks menstrual cramps. The idea was to start things off slowly, to hopefully jump-start my body into a natural(ish) labor.
For the next three hours, I sat in bed in my street clothes feeling nothing but pregnant.
Me. Street clothes. Giant pregnant belly.
We'd positioned the bed so that I was upright. Ish and I had our laptops open and the tv on. We had in-room wifi.
My "throne." I love the way the reflected sunset shines on my laptop.
(The tv is in the top right corner.)
I got to order dinner.
This was the last thing I ate for two days.
And the view from our room afforded us a charming view of the sun setting over the St. Helena hills.
It was really quite pleasant.
And then I had my first real contraction.