Nope, no happy pill. Twelve hours of induced labor where the 9-pound baby did her best Spiderman impersonation and refused to drop down, and my wife wouldn’t dialate enough anyway, and then it was off to surgery. The whole process was pretty hellish, capped off by the baby being whisked off to NICU because they thought she didn’t “pink up” properly. As it turns out, she was fine, and is now a beautiful, crazed, rambunctious, and huge two-year-old girl.
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Mine was better, baby was a “stargazer” (face up) and an elbow stuck up by her ear.
After 11 hours I grabbed my hubby and will all the breath I could muster said, “Get me a section!” (I did 26 hours with the first and wasn't doing THAT again)
I actually chatted with the doctor about my hometown! And I'm glad your little one is fine. The blessing of it all is worth it!