I had my second boy with induced labor...I was spotting, open 3 centimeters, baby was all the way, my uterus was like tissue paper, and the doc says to me "Are you sure you are not in labor?" I assure him I was not, and he sent me home, telling me to go straight to bed, and he was sure that I would soon go into labor...if I did not go into labor, I was to check into the hospital very early the next day , have the hospital call him, and he would induce labor, and get things over with...
He told me to go straight home, because he knew me well, and figured I would be out shopping, and would have to have the baby in the store...
But of course, I disobeyed him and did not go straight home...hubby and I stopped off for a huge plate of tacos at our favorite taco restaurant, and then I went shopping for some pretty new nighties to wear in the hospital...
Finally we arrived home, and still no labor...so puttered around, and waited all night to go into labor, which I did not...
So bright and early we arrived at the hospital, checked in, and they brought us up to the maternity floor....my doc stood there with his hands on his hips, in awe that I had not yet gone into labor...
But once they hooked me up to whatever it was in that IV bottle, I was off to the races, and had my second boy in just a few hours...
Of course my husband was always mad at the doctor for inducing labor...because our Andy was born on July 2, and my husband figured that if the doctor had left me alone, he would have been born on July 4th, and then he would have been a 'Yankee Doodle Andy'...of course, the hubby was not the one hauling around that large load in his tummy...I was just as glad to get it over with, the sooner the better...But we still call him our 'Yankee Doodle Andy'..