I now have a definitive answer to the question I receive repeatedly: “When are you having your baby?” The response is, “In four days!” While it could potentially be sooner, I can confidently say it will happen within that timeframe. This knowledge comes from my doctor, who has scheduled my induction for that day. It’s the only bright spot that prevents me from retreating to a secluded cave until my child arrives.
This is my first and likely only experience with pregnancy, and I must admit, I have not enjoyed it. I’ve heard tales of individuals who cherish this time; I even met a woman who genuinely loved being pregnant. However, I cannot comprehend that sentiment. My strong dislike for this experience becomes even more perplexing when I try to rationalize it.
I didn’t suffer from morning sickness or any other significant ailments. The summer weather hasn’t been intolerably hot, and I’m not alone in this journey—my partner, his family, my family, and our friends have all provided unwavering support. My partner, especially, has earned his place as a pillar of patience and kindness. So, the reasons for my disdain are not related to my circumstances.
And yes, I will love my child when he finally arrives. That’s a crucial distinction. Do I enjoy being pregnant? Absolutely not. Do I love my child, and will that love continue after birth? Yes, without a doubt.
As my pregnancy progressed, the unsolicited questions, advice, and horror stories became increasingly bothersome. In the last few weeks, they’ve provoked a new, overwhelming reaction that makes even a simple trip to the grocery store feel perilous. Before setting an induction date, the question, “When are you due?” would send me into a mental spiral. It felt like an eternity until my due date, and each day required me to accept that it likely wouldn’t happen today just to get through the morning. So why would a stranger remind me of how far away it still felt?
Instantly, I would become defensive, making it difficult to respond with a simple “August 4th.” Instead, my thoughts would swirl with snarky or rude replies, causing me to blurt out things like, “Who knows?” or “Not soon enough.” Once, in the cereal aisle, I even froze and said nothing, leaving the inquirer awkwardly wondering what had just occurred.
Now, however, I can joyfully proclaim, “On or before July 28th!” and do so with a genuine smile. Yet, this good news is often met with unexpected judgment: “Oh, you’re inducing? That’s not ideal.” Yes, it is, and I genuinely want it.
It appears there’s a stigma surrounding labor induction that I was previously unaware of. Some view it as selfish or indicative of a lack of concern for the baby’s welfare. (Did I mention this decision was made in consultation with my physician, who is trained to make such determinations?) These judgments don’t entirely surprise me, as I’ve learned that many feel compelled to share their opinions on how to navigate pregnancy as if their unsolicited advice is a service to me. What I didn’t expect was the overwhelming disapproval from so many. I mean, do they not see the happiness on my face? Why rain on my parade?
So here I stand, just four days away from meeting my son and concluding my pregnancy journey, which includes the decision to induce. I’ve chosen to limit my outings, opting to stay home and eagerly count down the days. On or before the 28th, this chapter will close, and I am firmly in favor of inducing.
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In summary, the decision to induce labor can be met with misunderstanding and stigma. However, it’s crucial to prioritize your own happiness and health during this significant transition.