My due date was August 17th…how I looked forward to this day.
I went into labor three days early with my first child and I was sure that I would “go early” with the second.
My contractions fooled me for weeks leading up to the 17th – I sat around the week before my due date trying to not have a baby before my mother and sister arrived.
As soon as they got to my house, I was free to have this baby and was positive I would; because that is what I needed, it’s what I wanted.
My husband was going to start a new semester of school on August 25th and my sister (who drove up from Houston, Texas) started her last year of nursing school on August 25th as well and had to leave Columbia, MO by the 21st of August to get back in time for a pre-semester nursing lab.
So, you see, I had to have this baby early or on time!
As soon as the family arrived, my contractions seemed to wane.
With each baby-less day that ticked by, the more stressed and frustrated I became.
Why be stressed Kate? Babies eventually come…
Ah yes, they come and I had experienced one delivery already and was NOT looking forward to doing it again.
For those of you who haven’t read about the birth of my first son, you can find it here and here – for those of you who just want a summary – the birth of my first son was a nightmare that lasted two days.
So, after 40 weeks fretting over the doom and gloom of delivering my second child…I was gifted another six days to dread it over in my mind.
On a visit (I wasn’t supposed to have – because that baby was supposed to come by now) with my OB he told me he wouldn’t induce me until I was closer to 41 weeks.
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not” (Galatians 6:7–9).
My baby sister had to leave before I was induced, but to quote the Rolling Stones, “we can’t always get what we want, but if you try sometime, you just might find – you get what you need.”
and such is life.