This morning, after I woke up more exhausted than when I went to sleep (someone explain to me how that works in this lovely last trimester of pregnancy?), I realized something:
My due date falls almost a week before school starts.
Which means, assuming this baby comes on time, I will have 7 days to recover and prepare for the madness that is the school year.
I will have one week to try to heal physically and adjust to the Niagra Falls of milk production that is the newborn feeding phase before I am performing, for the first time ever, thrice a day school runs three times a week. My second will be starting preschool in the fall, meaning three times a week, I will have to have all four out the door and to school by 8:25 AM, then be back at 11:30 to pick up child #2, and then back at 3:30 to pick up child #1.
I’ve done this before–I know I don’t do postpartum recovery well or gracefully by any means. I’m already a horrible person in the morning, kids or no kids, and the thought of the loss of our carefree summer schedule fills me with horror. What on earth will I look like after a night of every two hour feedings a week after giving birth?
I’m trying to be brave here and take a realistic look at my options–1) I could homeschool, which frankly, sounds harder 2) I could keep child #2 from preschool, but she is ecstatic about going and also, I haven’t taught her any of her letters, so there’s that small issue. 3) I could find someone else to do the running, which I am looking into, but won’t know for sure if my sister is available to help me until she gets her fall school schedule.
Or, this morning, I had the thought:
What if I chose an induction at 39 weeks?
I would give myself an extra week of recovery before diving into the madness–a total of two weeks to get myself and the new baby and the kids settled into some kind of “routine” and to start to physically feel better. I know other moms are out doing yoga the day after giving birth, but that’s not how I roll. I need a good month before I feel halfway normal again.
So an induction would be completely doable for me. I have enormous babies and too much amniotic fluid, so it’s not a far-fetched idea from a medical standpoint, and aside from that, no one really bats an eye for “social” inductions anymore anyways.
The problem is, I’ve been pretty outspoken about how I feel about inductions. Namely, I’m against them, especially for first-time moms.
In fact, I’ve been so against them that when I mentioned the idea to my husband this morning, he couldn’t believe it. “No way,” he protested. “You are not forcing your body to do that.”
I know, logically, of course, that an induction could mean a harder labor and an increased risk of a c-section. But also? This is my fourth baby and I feel pretty confident that my body would let me know if it’s a bad idea as I get closer to the date.
And the crazy thing about becoming a mother of four is that my parenting and mothering decisions aren’t just based on ONE baby anymore; I have to take everything into consideration. I have to take into account that I have three other children to care for and do what I need to do to S-U-R-V-I-V-E.
So what do you think? Would it be crazy to choose an induction simply as a matter of timing to help me care for myself and the rest of the family? Or is it always best to wait it out, no matter what?