Moran Family Adventures: musings of a boy mom

To induce or not induce..... At my 40 week checkup, my midwife's technician looked at me sadly and said, "we kept checking the Labor and Delivery check ins to see if your name was going to show." At my 39 week checkup, they were so sure I would deliver soon. I had already been to L&D for labor pains, I was 4cm dilated, the signs were all pointing to baby coming soon. But alas, there I was at 40 weeks, still at 4cm, still waiting. I had plenty of meltdowns those last few weeks, mostly crying in the shower first thing in the morning when I woke up to my water not breaking or woke up without any labor pains. I would go to bed cramping and contracting and wake up perfectly fine! I was getting short with everyone, especially at work. A girl can only handle so many "you're still pregnant!?" comments. I mean, come on people, you think I'm trying to stay this uncomfortable and in pain? You don't think I want to meet this little guy that's clearly ...

I can't believe I've had my little man in my arms for a whole week now. This time has FLOWN BY so quickly. I hate to think that time will continue to fly by and my boys will be grown up in no time. I'm learning to take the time to just live in the moment and enjoy my babies while they're still babies. I want to capture every memory so getting this birth story down ASAP has been a priority for me. I don't want to miss the details because I already feel like my brain is overflowing with thoughts and emotions and to do lists. I had basically given up on thinking contractions would turn into labor and given into thinking that I'd most likely get induced. At 39 weeks and 1 day, I was already 3 weeks more pregnant than I was the first time and there were minimal signs that I would be going into labor any time soon. I searched the mommy forums for birth stories trying to find where my "symptoms" fit into those other moms who had their little ones to no avai...

Everyone has a birth story. Here is Jellybean's. That Afternoon At 36 weeks pregnant, I was more than eager to have my little man out and in my arms. Everyone said I needed to cook him just a few weeks longer, but I was eagerly googling ways to bring on labor. That day at work, I took the medicine ball from the workout room and bounced...and bounced...and bounced. Obnoxiously exclaiming, "Come out Jellybean! Come out!" That afternoon, golf ball sized hail started to fall, and like a true weather nerd, I ran outside so I could take a picture. Early Morning Apparently, the combination of the passing cold front and the bouncing was the recipe I needed to get my little man to greet the world, and more importantly, ME! At 0330 on Saturday morning, 29 March, my water broke. A typical early morning trudge to the bathroom resulted in me wondering why I was still going to the bathroom when I was pretty sure I was done. A call to the nurse revealed that I needed...