{"id":2595,"date":"2011-08-27T10:16:21","date_gmt":"2011-08-27T10:16:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/?p=2595"},"modified":"2013-08-07T01:03:29","modified_gmt":"2013-08-06T15:03:29","slug":"induction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/2011\/08\/induction\/","title":{"rendered":"Induction"},"content":{"rendered":"
I walked\u00a0tentatively\u00a0through the birth suite doors, unsure of what I would find on the other side.<\/p>\n
My sister sat beaming on the bed, traces of blood still remained around the room.<\/p>\n
“Look at my beautiful baby boy,”<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n The joy was unmistakable.<\/p>\n “You know it was the most horrific pain I’ve ever experienced, but I don’t even care anymore. It all goes once you see your baby.”<\/em><\/p>\n Unexperienced in motherhood at this stage in my life, I was shocked by how calm and happy she was despite all she had just been through.<\/p>\n I gulped. “Third degree tearing? What the hell is that? ” I’d heard of third degree burns before, which co-incidentally, my sister got on her hands once from cutting chilis.<\/p>\n She went on to explain the intense and forceful birth she had, that was brought upon by the fact that she was induced. It was so volatile that it basically ripped her apart.<\/p>\n And there was planted a seed of absolute terror in me of ever being induced.<\/p>\n She was induced again for her second boy, and while she didn’t tear up again in that way, it was still shockingly intense.<\/p>\n When I fell pregnant with Kalyra, I hoped and prayed for the whole 9 months that she would not come late, as I did not want to be induced.<\/p>\n I was so happy when my waters broke two weeks early.<\/p>\n Saved.<\/strong><\/p>\n But, then she decided that she wasn’t going to come and those doctors spoke those words I feared the most,<\/p>\n “No please. Just give me one more day.”<\/em><\/p>\n “It’s too dangerous, we don’t want any infections to start.”<\/strong><\/p>\n Terrified, I allowed them to put the drip in my arm at 4pm on Sept 10, a Monday afternoon<\/strong>.<\/p>\n“I’ve got third degree tearing. But it doesn’t even matter.”<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n
“We are going to have to induce you.”<\/strong><\/h2>\n