Over the past two days John and I have been in and out of the hospital. Not because of false labor, but to help prepare me for birth. The baby is not budging and I needed a little push. I received several doses of prostaglandin (one dose and hour for three hours on Friday and Saturday) to help soften the cervix. At the time, I was only a finger tip dilated. Now my cervix is soft and I am about 2.5cm dilated.
The doctors are very hesitant to induce me too early. For that, I am appreciative. Inducing too early could mean a c-section and that is not what I want. So I go back on Tuesday at 5:30 am for another dose ofprostaglandin to help things along. At that point, I will be almost a week over due. They said they will not let me go more than 42 weeks.
I trust the doctors and appreciate their efforts and the way they are looking out for me and trying to prevent a c-section. It looks like this little girl will only come when God tells her too. What a fitting way for a missionary kid to come into this world.
Yes, I am frustrated and discouraged, because more than anything else, I’d like to hold my baby girl. To be honest, words like, “be patient” “she will come before you know it” and the like are no consolation to me at this point. I know all of those things and I believe them to be true. Nothing really prepares you for waiting for a child that you have created to make herappearence . In the meantime, I am here waiting and leaning on the Lord for His “Peace that passes all understanding.” I need that right now, because there are times I don’t understand.