A week before the delivery, Baby’s movements suddenly became frantic. This was concerning to me because until that point, she had been very calm. My provider scheduled an ultrasound to rule out any complications. Everything looked great, which was reassuring. Her size was estimated to be seven pounds, with a 10% margin of error.
As I did with my second son, I had started eating about five dried dates per day at 36 weeks. Besides containing folate, Vitamin K, and iron, dates are thought to reduce the length of labor and decrease the need for induction. This claim might sound a little hokey, but it is actually backed up by multiple studies and is something that doctors and midwives have started recommending to patients. Also at the suggestion of my provider, I started drinking red raspberry leaf tea just before 38 weeks. And a few days before my scheduled induction, I did quite a bit of exercising (lunges, deep squats, stairs, and walking).
On the morning of the induction, we left the house at 4:30am. The registration process was very quick, and we only waited a few minutes before the nurse came to take us to a room. We have delivered all of our babies at the same hospital, so it felt very familiar.
For the first time, the IV process was not smooth, likely because I wasn’t well hydrated. I was so focused on eating a healthy snack and getting out the door that I hadn’t thought to drink much. The nurses were all very kind and felt terrible that it went so badly. After the first attempt, the nurse told me that it was her first failed IV attempt in three months. Apparently she is known throughout the labor and delivery ward for her IV success streak.
She tried again in the other arm and also didn’t get it, so she brought in a different nurse. On her way out, she said, “I’m so sorry. Feel free to hate me.” I told her that she didn’t need to feel bad–I understand that things like that can happen. They had me chug some water and then brought in another nurse. Thankfully, the IV went in.
The induction process started with a mild drug, with the idea that Pitocin would be started four hours later. Within an hour, I was feeling strong, painful contractions. I ordered breakfast from the kitchen and was very much looking forward to eating bacon, but they were struggling that morning, and it never showed up. The nurse was surprised by the slow service and called the kitchen multiple times to remind them, and she kept me well stocked with high protein snacks. I eventually had Mr. Handsome walk down to the cafeteria to buy bacon, but by that time, the breakfast hours were over, and the kitchen was closed to prepare for lunch.
By the time the first four hours were up, my contractions were coming in waves at a rate of about two minutes apart and were very painful.