First off, if you know me IRL, please don't bring this up with me.
I don't want to talk about it, I just want to get it off my chest and into my blog.
I have a ton of emotions going through me about being induced. I am really hoping that they are mainly due to hormones and will be gone the second Twiggy is in my arms.
Resigned - I am resigned to getting induced. The doctor says I should and has a whole list of terrible, frightening things that can go wrong by me not getting induced. She has successfully scared me into it. I know I will have what-ifs afterwards (what if I waited just one more day....), but I also know that I would prefer to have the what-ifs about waiting than having something terrible go wrong from not being induced and have what-ifs about listening to my doctor (oh dear God, what if I had just listened to my doctor.)
Angry - I am really pissed off that I have to be induced tomorrow. This is not what I planned for and not what I want. I am angry that I feel like I keep getting the short end of the stick on this whole making babies thing. I am angry that lots of infertility emotions are popping up. Each morning that I wake up without contractions or a wet bed from my water breaking are so damn f&*king reminiscent of waking up to my period or a low temperature. I relive the pain of seeing a BFN and holding back hope of it being a BFP tomorrow. I know they are nothing close to the same thing but emotions do not differentiate between circumstances.
Guilty and Embarrassed - I feel huge amounts of guilt that I am anything but over the moon with happiness. I know that there are people who read my blog that would give their left arm to be pregnant with a healthy baby. It embarrasses me that they are reading this now. I have been there, I have read blogs of people that went through IF and have complained about something in pregnancy or parenting and I have thought to myself "Where are your rainbows and butterflies? You have a baby damnit, the ultimate dream, just be happy for what you have!" And here I sit, writing this horrifically terrible post about being angry and pissed off that I can't have this the way I want to.
Sad - I truly just want to cry. I want this my way damnit. I had these visions of doing this on my own without drugs, of bringing Twiggy into this world in the most natural, healthy way possible. I think it was my way of making it up to her for starting her off in such an unnatural way. I was making it up to myself too.
Stupid - Believe it or not, there is a small part of me that feels stupid. I can envision a few people I know saying "I told you you couldn't have a baby without drugs. That's why I rolled my eyes at you when you suggested it. You are stupid for thinking you could. What a waste of money those Brad.ley classes were. Oh and by the way, you will suck as a mom too." Part of me wanted to prove them wrong so badly. That I could do anything I set my mind to. I know this is insignificant in the bigger picture and this is a small emotion for me compared to the others but it is still there.
Scared - I have read alot on post partum depression. There is a lot of research to show that people who go through IF (dads included) are at higher risk of PPD due to the idealization they place on having a baby. If I am this upset about the giving birth part, how am I going to handle the disappointments of being a mom? I have mentioned to Jamie several times the signs of PPD and hope that he never sees them in me.
Scared part 2 - I am scared that the
cervidil will not completely put me into labor and I will have to use
pitocin to start contractions. I am scared the
pitocin will make the contractions too much to handle or that my body won't progress and I will get completely worn out and need an
epidural. I am scared the
epidural will slow the labor even more and I will need a
c-section. I am scared of the slope and sliding down it.
Worst of all of this is the fact that I am lacking the most important emotion of all. I have no excitement about the chance of our baby being born on Tuesday. I am so overwhelmed with all this other crap that I can't see the big picture right now. All these negative emotions are taking over and I just feel so defeated by them. I want to not just be resigned to the induction but look forward to it. I want to flip the switch, turn all these off and focus on the rainbows and butterflies. This is my goal for today. I think I am done with the walking and all the other stuff. I am going to try and relax and just enjoy today and tomorrow for what they are and let go of trying to control it. I need to do this. I need to let go of the control. This is a huge lesson in becoming a parent right?
WOW, it's amazing how much better I feel just writing that out. Sounds stupid but it gives me a bit of my control back in just letting go. I can try to control my day and turn it around. I must say it again though, if you know me IRL, please do not bring any of this up to me. I do not want to talk about it and I don't want to regret writing about it. Thank you.