To pass the day our neighbor, Ann, and I drove to La Patisserie for some of their famed Labor-Inducing cream cheese, drove some bumpy roads and ended with hot wings from Wegmans. To no avail.
Drew and I casually, and a little timidly, made our way to St. V's for our 6:30 appointment for induction. Somehow, in scheduling an appointment I felt less ready than if the contractions had prevailed like an incessant alarm. Or so I thought - it's hard to say without having experienced natural labor. I digress. It was nothing like the ride we expected. We had done several "drills" to practice a fireman-like response time and expected a tedious ride through strong contractions. Instead, I could have driven myself. It's just as well we weren't in a hurry, because neither was the woman at registration...
We checked into a private room at the end of the hall, though it wasn't until 10pm that I was started on a 12-hr dose of Cervadil - a drug intended to help "ripening" to increase the chances of successful induction. It was difficult to get a good night's rest with the effects of the medication, which sent me into a weird cloud of soreness, the required monitoring, and the constant fussing of nurses. I should have taken the Ambien!
