We were having a baby this weekend. We were. We were all ready! Room was ready, carseat in car, family was all prepped. We were set to induce yesterday morning at 7:15. Rob and I go to the hospital and are taken in. At around 8:30-9ish they start the Pitocin drip. I am strapped to the bed by a bunch of monitors. I was so happy! So excited! Overjoyed to be having my son after months of anticipation. It didn't matter that it took the nurse a hundred tries to get the IV in. I was having a baby!
Well, just our luck, things didn't go as planned. I was on the Pitocin drip for 8 hours, my contractions got to 3 minutes apart, but were not intense, more like a very slight cramp. They turned it up to the max dose and I was on the max for about 2 hours with no change. The dr. came in around 8 PM and gave us 2 options. We could go home and wait it out or we could try a different drug to jump start labor. That was one of the most difficult decisions we've made. I was having a baby! I could not control my emotions. I start crying. Rob was utterly lost and had no idea what to do. In the end, we decided not to force Mother Nature's hand any more. It was evident that Jack was not ready to be born. So, we chose to come home. I have another appointment on Monday and we'll go from there...
I'm really just very upset at not having brought home a baby. I was prepared! He'll come soon enough I guess, but it's a really hard pill to swallow right now. What good came out of it was the realization of how amazing all of my family is. The support and help they offered yesterday was overwhelming. I am so happy to have such a great support system and Jack is very lucky to be being born (some day) into such a caring family.
PS...I wish people would stop saying "Everything happens for a reason." or "He'll come in his own time." or "It just wasn't the right time." or "I know you are disappointed." Just stop talking! End of rant.
