I've heard that the type of labor you have can determine the personality of your baby.
Well, my baby is going to be bi-polar, I've decided.
After Monday's experience, the labor pretty much quit altogether. I was still quite hopeful, because every time I went out and walked, the contractions would be 3 minutes apart, on the dot, and varying in intensity, but then, like clockwork, I'd come home, sit down, shower, or nap, and they'd slow down and/or stop.
Last night, we were feeling rather desperate, mostly because my mom has been staying with us, and I was having guilt keeping her from the rest of the family up in Snowflake (but then again, she was nervous that she would drive all the way up to Snowflake and then not make it here in time), so we decided to do something drastic: I took castor oil.
UGH. Those of you who have taken it, know exactly how terrible it is (think of drinking rancid melted shortning), and those of you who don't, be grateful.
Last night was intense--same thing...had tons of contractions, extremely strong, for about 3 hours, and then by that time, I was so tired, I laid down to see if I could perhaps at least sleep in between contractions...and I fell asleep. When I woke up 2 hours later, they had slowed down. AGAIN. Sigh.
So my mom decided to head up to Snowflake, and Steve's home with me, and we've decided that it's okay if Jr. decides not to come for a few more days--we'll just enjoy the vacation time until he gets here.
What an interesting birth story, right? Some day I'm sure we'll all look back and laugh. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Well, my baby is going to be bi-polar, I've decided.
After Monday's experience, the labor pretty much quit altogether. I was still quite hopeful, because every time I went out and walked, the contractions would be 3 minutes apart, on the dot, and varying in intensity, but then, like clockwork, I'd come home, sit down, shower, or nap, and they'd slow down and/or stop.
Last night, we were feeling rather desperate, mostly because my mom has been staying with us, and I was having guilt keeping her from the rest of the family up in Snowflake (but then again, she was nervous that she would drive all the way up to Snowflake and then not make it here in time), so we decided to do something drastic: I took castor oil.
UGH. Those of you who have taken it, know exactly how terrible it is (think of drinking rancid melted shortning), and those of you who don't, be grateful.
Last night was intense--same thing...had tons of contractions, extremely strong, for about 3 hours, and then by that time, I was so tired, I laid down to see if I could perhaps at least sleep in between contractions...and I fell asleep. When I woke up 2 hours later, they had slowed down. AGAIN. Sigh.
So my mom decided to head up to Snowflake, and Steve's home with me, and we've decided that it's okay if Jr. decides not to come for a few more days--we'll just enjoy the vacation time until he gets here.
What an interesting birth story, right? Some day I'm sure we'll all look back and laugh. Ha. Ha. Ha.
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Good luck...hopefully he'll be ready soon (for your sake)!