What are you doing right now?
I’m sitting at home right now typing this as my dejected and still red eyed wife is stuffing popeyes chicken into her mouth. Everyone is safe and healthy, but I do not have a new son yet. I swear my wife has a child inside of her. I swear. These past two days have been the most stressful days that I’ve gone through so far this year. And surprisingly none of the stress stems from the fact that both my mother and my mother in law have been at my apartment for the past two days!
What the heck happened?
Dr. Lo***, my wife’s doctor told her that she needed to be induced today. So that’s where we were. For 12 hours. With People Magazine’s and I.V. drips. Only for whatever reason, she didn’t REALIZE that my wife was at 41 weeks and not 42 weeks. Apparently, the common practice is to induce women once they’ve reached 42 weeks. And if you are mistakenly induced because your doctor can’t READ BABY READ and you’re only at 41 weeks and the inducement doesn’t take, then you get sent home. The inducement didn’t take. Again. Only there was a ton of other crap that happened. Nurses turning pitocin on and off. Not being able to see a doctor for 4 hours. Painful contractions. Predictions. Hormones. Not eating all day. None of the nurses knew what the doctor’s plans were. The doctors weren’t communicating.
I’m going to bed.
