I was in a bed, 12 days over due…
Yes, TWELVE DAYS.
I’m a strong advocate of uteruses and vaginas…
But I had to be induced. My uterus was just done. I bled for a LONG Time after too.
I didn’t want them to break my water, because I know that’s the point of no return.
I finally let them (after an epidural).
She was born a few hours later.
I cried for a solid week before she was born. Maybe not the whole time, but stuff set me off like nobody’s business. I was sad that things weren’t working out according to my “plan”
Princess P has now almost been alive as long as it took us to “try” for her.
And she’s downstairs fighting with her friends.
It’s better then in that bed, and I haven’t cried in days.
What a difference 4 years makes. 🙂