Toward the end of my second pregnancy, my doctor offered to make things easy on me and schedule an induction.
“Wait. Make it easy? I thought inductions were a prescription for a C-section. I was able to push my son out in 40 minutes the first time. Why would I want to set myself up for failure the second time?” I asked, with my legs in the stirrups as he examined me. I’m always amazed by how easily I chit chat during these moments.
To read what happened next with my Halloween birth head over to Kveller.
