Oh, I remember this!
May. 30th, 2006 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheThe Braxton Hicks are coming along nicely. They pretty much stop me moving, leave me breathless, and irritate the Tadpole, who then kicks madly in protest afterwards. I'm having to stand carefully to support my back, and my bump and knees need support in bed. However, I do not have any restless leg this pregnancy, for which I am deeply grateful. However AGAIN, I do have weirdly dry skin, and insane hair which hates being washed. I'm considering combing olive oil through it and leaving it there for a week; at least oiled hair doesn't mat and is easy to comb. I'm also wondering whether henna would serve the dual purpose of making my hair lovely and shiny and cheerful and red.
It's birth plan time again, too. I think I might need to consider what level of induction I'm willing to go for if it does turn out that a trial of labour is a reasonable idea. I think I will refuse a syntocinon / pitocin drip and go straight to section. I'm not at all sure I could face that again - and I really don't think I could bear another epidural, even if they claim I could have walking one, which they refused me last time when push came to shove, as it were. Nor all that bloody monitoring. In fact, if I'm going to trial labour, I think I might want to stop trying at the point where they try to immobilise me. That's probably the scariest bit of the whole thing other than the evil obstetrician who thought I was an obstacle to his bank holiday weekend - a stupid, crying obstacle, at that.
Tricky. I can't figure out how to force myself to write the damn thing.
And still the contractions come...
It's birth plan time again, too. I think I might need to consider what level of induction I'm willing to go for if it does turn out that a trial of labour is a reasonable idea. I think I will refuse a syntocinon / pitocin drip and go straight to section. I'm not at all sure I could face that again - and I really don't think I could bear another epidural, even if they claim I could have walking one, which they refused me last time when push came to shove, as it were. Nor all that bloody monitoring. In fact, if I'm going to trial labour, I think I might want to stop trying at the point where they try to immobilise me. That's probably the scariest bit of the whole thing other than the evil obstetrician who thought I was an obstacle to his bank holiday weekend - a stupid, crying obstacle, at that.
Tricky. I can't figure out how to force myself to write the damn thing.
And still the contractions come...