The result of this morning’s appointment is…. drumroll…. appointment at 8:30 tomorrow morning for labor induction!
Yeeeah. Ultimately that’s not how I hoped this would go. As easy as it’s all (mostly) been, I pictured that Baby would come when Baby wanted to come. I’ve got this “induction leads to artificially strong labor and higher odds of additional interventions” idea looming over me and it’s big and scary, even if it doesn’t have to be true. And I really ought to have anticipated it. Or, well, I knew it was a possibility lurking there in the background, but I should have assigned it a higher probability and prepared myself better. I probably should take my blood pressure issues more seriously, too.
I am not entirely sure whether or not induction would have been the outcome no matter how today’s appointment had gone. Not that it went badly – BUT – the blood pressure machine gave a super high misreading: 178/91; I think I would have felt ill if that were accurate. Immediately after, I redid it and got a perfectly okay reading of 123/88, so yes it was totally wrong the first time! I handed both of the “receipts” to the nurse meaning to show that the machine sucks… I tried, but I don’t think I explained myself well enough, as both readings got recorded in my chart. Now the paranoid part of my brain is blaming that one machine error for the induction. I wish I had just folded that first receipt up and tucked it into my pocket. It might be one of those things that bugs me forever.
The logic part of my brain, though, says it’s more likely that when Dr. A said we should induce because of my high blood pressure, she meant it in the chronic sense and not in the today’s-crazy-reading sense. Dr. A’s tendency to not really let me know what to expect beyond when to show up for the next appointment has been frustrating all along. It’s even worse with the language issues, and not being able to get nor give good explanations for things. She told us, though, that under normal circumstances the byouin does induce after 41 weeks, but my high blood pressure makes it risky to go past my due date. Which, as we’ve established, was yesterday.
It’s tempting, then, to be irritated at Japan for my confusion and insecurity right now, but the fact is (according to the Navy doc I saw a few weeks ago), in the States they likely would have induced me a week ago! Therefore the Japan angst is unfounded. I shall now take consolation in that we were allowed to get all-the-way-full-term. Which I do very much appreciate. My uterus/this baby totally had their shot to do this the natural way and instead they were lazy, and it is what it is. And at the end of the (what I expect to be a very long) day, WE’LL HAVE A BABY, so what the hell am I whining about anyway??
(Never the less, I am clinging to this little thread of hope that I’ll go into labor on my own overnight before the appointment. One can dream.)
Psst: final belly photos!