We've decided to schedule an induction, rather than wait for her to make up her mind, because our last baby (now four-year-old Connor) came rather quickly. I was dilated five centimeters a week before his due date, and he ended up being born 45 minutes after we got to the hospital. That was cutting it a little too close for my husband, who really thought he might end up delivering his son in the back of the Durango.
And personally, I'd rather get to the hospital in time for some pain medication this time. (Read: the blessed epidural.) It was somewhat of a moot point for Connor's delivery, since the rural hospital near us at the time didn't offer epidurals. But now? I'm back in civilization, and I'd like to avail myself of its benefits.
I plan to take my laptop to the hospital because
And truly, there's something a tad unnerving about scheduling childbirth. "So, what day next week would you like to get hit by a truck and feel the pain of a thousand red-hot suns?" "Ummm, how about Wednesday?"
Of course, my husband and I covet your prayers this week. We are thankful for God's blessings in letting many of the details of Sparkle's birth fall into place, not the least of which is the the arrival tomorrow night of my Mom who will take care of Connor and Natalie during our hospital stay. And for a wonderful doctor, who had compassion on my husband's fear that I will deliver a baby in our bathroom this time. And for epidurals, thank you Lord.
We're excited to meet this little girl and behold for ourselves God's creation -- His poiema, His work of art.
See you soon, my friends.
