Instead,
due to high blood pressure, I was sent to triage on a Wednesday afternoon at 37 weeks, spent a night being monitored, then had a balloon put inside my cervix for 12 hours to «ripen» it, then received pitocin (and an
epidural, because by that point I was too frightened of what
getting my water broken would feel like), threw up numerous times, developed a fever, was informed that I might or might not be
getting a C - section, eventually pushed for 45 minutes and then had my son, on a Friday night.