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Tomorrow

Tomorrow morning at seven o'clock, I will walk into the hospital to be induced. To say that I am nervous is an understatement. Your prayers are most welcome. I have never been induced before, and the only stories I have heard about induction include such phrases as "labor twice as painful" and "only to end up in a c-section". But the doctors have me fearful of a stillbirth given my age.

Here I am a few days ago. Do I look ready?


Tomorrow is the feast day of St. Maximillian Kolbe and I have been saying a novena to him for a safe delivery. I love how devoted he was to Mary Our Mother. I am praying that she will be with me tomorrow too.

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  1. Just to ease your fears..... I have had to be induced for all 4 of mine. No signs of labor after 24 hours of broken water for one, no amniotic fluid for one, etc., etc. I did not have a terrible time with it, and I was able to go completely natural with all but the first one - no epidural or anything. Obviously, I have no comparison to actual natural labor, since I've never had that progression, but I found it bearable. I think the worst thing that is different from "regular" labor is that it ramps up much quicker. You don't have the slower progression. I will be saying prayers for you and baby all day tomorrow. Can't wait to see some pictures of your new little guy!

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  2. Your baby might share a birthday with two greats: Maximilian Kolbe, one of my favorite saints; and Rose Baker, another of my favorites! Rose will be 18 tomorrow! You will be in my prayers!

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  3. My gosh, Jenny! My last two were induced. Other than being hooked up to a tube or two, no big difference. I still had natural chidbirth, using Lamaze breathing. This is very doable, at least it was in my case.

    Just take a focal point with you and relax every muscle but the uterus when the contraction comes, knowing that it takes about 15 seconds to get uncomfortable, then in about 15 seconds more it should start to subside. They will give you only as much as you need, decreasing or increasing depending on your progress.

    This won't hurt your baby. It's much like the hormone the body produces itself. In a way, my induced births were better because it sped them up, and it was over sooner than if I had gone into labor on my own.

    Now eat a good meal and sleep well tonight, knowing you'll have a sweet little baby soon. Also the fact that you had a baby not too many years ago should help speed up labor, as well.

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  4. I don't think that I have commented here before, but just had to let you know that I will be sending you many prayers tomorrow. Blessings to you and baby!

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  5. You look beautiful. I can't believe you have a twenty year old daughter, you look so great. So slim and perfectly pregnant!

    What a fabulous feast day on which to have a baby! I will be praying for you.

    I had an induced labor with my first baby (ten days late, low on amniotic fluid) and it was my best birth of all four. I had an epidural, which made the pushing part of labor calm, controlled, and beautiful. I had pitocin with my last, too, only because my contractions weakened once at the hospital. I also had an epidural with her and it was a peaceful labor and birth. Have no fear. Put yourself in Our Mother's hands.

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  6. I also will be sending up prayers for you tomorrow. what a great feast day it is tomorrow: St. Maximillian !!

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  7. Praying for a minimalist birth--hardly any pain, difficulty, or labor time, and a big, fat, happy baby. ((hugs))

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  8. Hey Ms. Jenny, You're like me. You love your children and your heart is in your eyes. I worried so much when Stockton told me he wanted me in the next day to go ahead and induce me/break my water (In my case). I worried. Did not get 3 hours of sleep. All of the things I thought of that could be wrong. After all, it was 2 1/2 weeks before the due date, what if her lungs weren't developed, what if she was small, and on and on. You remember Heather? yeah, 2 1/2 weeks early and weighed 8 lb. 6 oz!! And I worried!! All I did was miss out on a good nights sleep. I could have used that!
    Then there is Lillian. I was 39 yrs and 9 months! She was small (all of 7 lbs and 2 oz), but absolutely nothing wrong! So tell the Dr. to be quiet and do his job while you do yours. You have a beautiful family that God has given you. You are richly blessed by the children He has given you. You are most precious, Jenny Reosti. Rest well tonight, knowing He has you in His most wonderful hand:)! We love you!!

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  9. I'll be praying for you, Jenny! I'm sure everything will go just fine. :-)

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