Writing makes me feel as if I am not alone in this journey. Three kids (four if you count the spouse, sorry Honey...), two dogs, a full-time job, and no family in town... need I say more? There are times I feel like running outside and screaming at the top of my lungs,"Can I get a break for crying out loud?!?!?", at which point my neighbors would shake their heads and think to themselves,"There she goes again." Rather than torment the neighborhood with my outbursts, I write.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Due Date...
Well the 30th came and went, and my doctor talked about inducing. The date was set for October 4. With Ella, my water broke and I was started on pitocin. With Hanna, I was induced, and again, got the pitocin. I was disappointed that I wouldn't (yet again) know what labor was like. I didn't want to be hooked up to an IV and confined to bed. From the first pregnancy, I had the image of bouncing (or rocking I suppose) on a birthing ball, taking a shower, walking around, etc... and that never happened. Desperate times called for desperate measures at this point!
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