The Saga Continues

So, I decided I would just continue blogging about our adventures in bringing Jude into the world...for those of you who may care. Since we have been bumped we have both been through an array of emotions, mainly anger. Yesterday I came to a feeling of contentment with everything that had happened. I know God has a plan and a purpose for everything, even this.

Over the last few days we have tried all types of 'home remedies' to get childbirth going earlier then our new induction date, which is this coming Tuesday (Dec. 23). After yesterdays brisk walk I started having some light contractions (I have had many braxton-hicks contractions with this pregnancy so I did not pay much attention). As the hour wore on I realized they were continuing to come about every 10 minutes. After about three hours I called my doctor, by this time they were coming regularly every 7-8 minutes, he said come to the hospital and get checked to see if this was it. So we go. When we get there they check me and I am three centimeters dilated. By then the contractions are every 5 minutes, but still very managable. The nurse explains that I need to be 4 centimeters to be emitted and tells me to walk the hospital for an hour, then come back and see if there has been any change. So we walk. During our walk I am having contractions every 3 minutes on the dot. At one point I looked at David and said "This is it, it has to be." The contractions are getting more intense and I am having a hard time walking. We get back to our little room, a cubby with a shower curtain, and she checks me again. No change. At this point my doctor wants to give me a little more time to let my body bring on the labor, he doesn't feel comfortable sending me home when my contractions are so close and so regular. I lay in that cubby for another hour or so and by now it is 1:30 in the morning. I am getting a little nervous and the contractions are coming on stronger. She checks me again....no change. At this point they have no choice but to send me on my way. She gives me a pill to help me sleep through the contractions and tells me if I am still having them when I wake up to come in and get checked again. David and I are both flabergasted (and I am starving) we were sure this was it. Sure enough the pill helps me sleep through the rest of the contractions and when I wake up the next morning they are gone...just like that. It was like some weird dream where I am a hyper, hypo who is experiencing symptoms that don't really exsist. Today has been a little bit of a blur, besides being super tired, I just don't know what last night was all about. I guess God really wants me to know that I have NO control of this. I am actually at the point where I just have to let go and laugh.

In the words of Annabel...."Come out Jude!"