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How I Came to Terms with an Induction - Meet the Wildes
… and also, some 38-week pictures in which I am apparently measuring 47 weeks. I haven’t been shy about voicing how much I do not want to be induced. I hate the idea. It’s funny because I really do quite enjoy medical attention, but there’s something about an induction that seems so invasive. And I’m not superstitious but I really wanted them to be born on their own birth date rather than one that we chose for them. And there’s something about birth that makes everybody want to discuss it. Especially my mother. The more she ranted about how everybody in the family had needed an induction since the beginning of time, the more determined I was to be the first relative who managed to go into labour themselves and deliver naturally. I do understand that she was coming from a position of anxiety but it made me so much…