hnLately I’ve had a number of suggestions for prompting labour with our Little Seahorse. Since no one apparently knows (and I’ve asked every consultant I’ve met this pregnancy just to be sure) what triggers labour, everyone has something that has worked for them or not worked for them that they want to pass on.
The most popular suggestions so far have been getting some action (you know what I mean), hot curry and pineapple. Well, if I can manage number one it will be a feat of sheer yoga power and a testament to super loose ligaments, number two is out since I’ve eaten curry all of the way through the pregnancy, and as for number three, I have a friend who ate more pineapple than possibly her local supermarket could stock and that didn’t work for her either.
Of course, what worked for me last time was very predictable. Yes, Jensen was 9 days overdue but he still had 5 days before they were threatening induction. So what was it?
On Thursday 11th February 2010, my poor little Waggerabbit (Excalibur) was scheduled for an operation. It wasn’t any old operation, it was to remove a mole-like mark on his face. Our vet decided that it could possibly be harmful to him and wanted to remove it to check. So naturally I was terrified. Before Jensen Excalibur was always our baby of the family and the thought of him going under the knife ~ and even worse, there being something seriously wrong with him, stressed me out to no end. At the time of his operation he was nine years old and the pre-tests they ran on him showed his little organs would need a little more fluid during the operation and so that of course worried me even more.
In any case, on that morning we drove him to the vets, and at 40+ weeks pregnant, I was sat on the floor, hugging and kissing him and telling my Wagger that everything was going to be okay and that I would be right there waiting for him. it broke my heart to see him lead away by the vet, looking back at me and so the vet gave him some sedation whilst he was with me to calm both of us I think. By the time he left my arms he was a husky version of a giggly drunk.
|The Cone of Shame|
So, after leaving our baby, we returned home to await the results. We had joked that I would go into labour that day because of the situation ~ Excalibur would need constant care when he came out for a few days to make sure he didn’t scratch his stitches, to make sure Casanova didn’t lick him, and to keep him comfortable and eating.
We collected Excalibur, all woozy and wobbly, and he laid on our sofa looking so sorry for himself. All I wanted to do was hug and kiss his poor little self and so as enormous as I was, I positioned myself on the floor right next to him and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening attending to him.
|Where are the grapes?|
|Refusing even chicken 🙁|
Excalibur wasn’t a happy bunny at all. He nibbled tiny pieces of chicken and lapped the occasional few drops of water; the only thing he soaked up was everyone’s attention. We felt so bad for him, but at the same time so relieved that he made it through the operation safely.
So imagine our un-surprise when in the evening I started to get bad period pains. This was it! (Or so we thought) If we’d known then that Jensen was going to take his sweet time coming out (nearly 4 whole days) from that first contraction then we wouldn’t have panicked quite so much but as it was, these were contractions and contractions meant one thing to us ~ baby!
Who knows, without Excalibur’s operation we might have ended up with induction, or that might just have been the day that Jensen Indiana decided he wanted to make his impending arrival known. This time thankfully we have no upcoming surgeries, so I’ll keep you all posted 😉