We left before the sun rose to go check in for my induction. Kindred's last stress test wasn't stellar, I am past 40 weeks, and the pain in my hips is horrible at this point. So, my OB believed we have a good reason to induce. I've only ever been induced so I was okay with it.
Are we sure Berg is going to hold it together? He was looking a little crazy eyed.
This was our view at sunrise.
A lot happened that I am still not sure about, but I believe the midwife on-call did not provide good care for us. I've been induced twice. I had no issues whatsoever. This time, the pitocin was too much too soon. My body did not handle it well, Kindred did not handle it well. Questions I had about complications that were occuring were not being answered. Her exams were excruciating. That has also never happened to me. I was in tears by the time this man, Bob (of course his name was Bob) came in to give me an epidural...and he was the first person I felt I could trust all evening. He was very reassuring. My OB finally arrived and said that even though EVERYTHING WAS TOTALLY OKAY AT THE MOMENT he suggested we do a c-section. I was in the OR within minutes and everyone was moving fast. So fast, they almost forgot to let Bergen in the room. I believe 100% that Kindred was in some level of danger. But, suddenly, she was out. They crowded around her for a few minutes and then they finally let us see her. And, I have never been so happy to see someone in my whole life. When Dylan was born, we hadn't lost Brooklyn, I didn't know about the balanced translocation, and I did not know how lucky I was to meet him. With Kindred, I knew all of that as I first looked at her face. It took us ten years and many heartaches to finally have our daughter. Blessings upon blessings on this day.
Kindred Millay, you are so loved.
