I never had an abortion. But I did allow myself and my son to be induced. I now wished I waited for labor to start on its own. This was my first pregnancy.
Here is my story:
I was 40 weeks and 5 day when I went to my last prenatal appointment. It was a Monday. My doctor suggested that if I don't go into labor by Thursday that I should be induced. I would be 41 weeks and 1 day on Thursday. I told him that I read that a pregnancy can go to 42 weeks.
He himself said that I am doing well and my baby is doing well. Why not wait another week? My OB points out that my 20 weeks U/S dated my baby at 22 weeks. My OB feels that by Thursday I would really be 43 weeks along rather than 41 weeks and a day. So I said okay. I got a bad gut feeling about going along with an induction, mostly because we were expecting a hurricane on Thursday.
I found scheduling an induction on a hurricane day is strange. I didn't hear of "hurricane inductions" till I moved to Florida. Some doctors schedule induction on hurricane days, because they fear that the change in air pressure might cause some of their term clients to go into labor. Some doctor just suggest that their term clients just hang out at the hospital just in case the clients go into labor. Perhaps that is why my OB scheduled me to be induced on a hurricane day. My cervix was very ripe. My OB felt that I could go into labor any moment.
By Thursday morning I hadn't gone into labor yet. So off to the hospital for me. At least the hurricane we were expecting will only be a tropical storm by the time it hit my area. At 8am the Pit drip was started.
At 11am my husband stepped out to get something to eat. My contractions were mild. I asked for something to eat. Labor can take hours and I needed to keep my strength up. The hospital only gave me Jello and flavored ice, basically sugar water. I recalled talking to my OB about food in labor at one of my prenatals. He said chicken broth was fine. I asked a nurse if I can please have some chicken broth. She said that Jello and flavored ice was all my OB order so that is all I could have. I should of asked the nurse to asked the OB to order me some chicken broth, but I didn't. I just ate my sugar water. I didn't want to cause trouble. After my husband had his lunch, he returned.
Sometime in the afternoon my OB broke my water with my permission. The contractions before my water was broken were easy. The contractions right after my water was broken were more intense. With my water broken meant that I was at the "point of no return". I need to deliver the baby that night, or else they would have to section him out (due to infection risk).
At some point I want some pain meds to "take the edge off". I only wanted a little. A nurse suggest a half dose. I agreed to a half dose of Stadol injected into my I.V. As soon as the meds were placed in my I.V. I felt disoriented. I decided I definitely don't want the other half.
In the late afternoon it started to pour rain. The tropical storm had arrived. The T.V. was set to a news station which informed one of the nurses that her class was cancel for the night. A student nurse tried to take my blood pressure in between contractions. She tried many times, but each time the machine tightened the cuff during contractions. This was very uncomfortable for me. Each time it happened she apologized.
My contractions were close together, so I was almost done. They were also getting so strong that it made it hard for the external fetal monitor to keep track of my son's heart rate during contractions. They screwed a internal fetal monitor to my son's head.
Around 7pm, I was checked one last time. I was almost complete. There was a bit of lip left. My OB asked if he could move the lip out of the way. I consented. Now it was time to push. They laid paper covering over my tummy and legs. My OB guarded his territory. He claimed that the area covered by the paper needed to be kept sterile. My husband was not allowed to touch the "sterile" area. With my pushes there was poops coming out of my anus. That area was not that sterile.
Some of the nurses coached me through my pushes. I was instructed to sit up more during pushes (semi-sitting position). Good. I told to hold my breath while pushing as a nurse, near my head, counts. Bad! I was told to push downward towards my perineum. Good.
Pretty soon my son's head was almost at my perineum. I felt a needle at my perineum. My OB was giving me a perineum block and he didn't ask first. I made a comment about my perineum. My OB responded that my perineum "was beautiful". I should have responded, " Then why are you giving me an episiotomy!
". Instead I let my OB cut my perineum. My husband was horrified to see me get cut down there.
About 7:45 pm, I pushed my son out. My OB caught him. My son got all the normal post birth treatment. My son's APGAR was 9 and 9, because he was a little blue. They wrapped him and gave him to my husband to hold. My husband stared at our son and spoke softly to him.
After stitching up my perineum, my OB leaves in a hurry because his house is flooding due to the storm.
All things considered: I did do a bunch of reading and studying while pregnant that first time. I made the best choices based on the information I understood at the time. But from what I learned about pregnancy and birth over the years, causes me to wish that I wasn't induced. I regret my induction.Were you induced? Do you now wish things had gone differently?