How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Induction

So - we're there. Despite a few positive signs that my body is considering going into labor on its own, the time for my induction is almost at hand. Not that long ago I would have fought an induction tooth and nail because I wanted to do everything as naturally as possible, but that has changed, because of one giant reason:

By inducing labor in the hospital, I get to have the same pain relief options as a woman who isn't on heparin - up to and including an epidural.

For the past nine months, I've been worrying about being in agony during labor while doctors and nurses deny me pain relief. I think I would have always been worried about this, but after my experience with my egg retrieval during IVF, it became an obsession. The idea that I might be told (for very good reasons!) "no, we can't give you an epidural right now" was bringing back all of the panic, anxiety, and anger from back in January. There are plenty of things that can still go wrong with an induction, but complications from an ill-timed heparin shot at home won't be one of them. I get to concentrate on meeting my baby instead of worrying about his birth, and that is a gift that has absolutely no price tag.

Catch you on the flip side!