The midwife called yesterday and pulled back the day for medical intervention to induce labor to Saturday. The original date was 16 May, but that was a mistake. It is the day he needs to be born. For safety reasons.
Char is 41, so they induce labor no more than a week past her calculated term. It is, apparently, to lessen the risk of … anything going wrong.
I briefly wondered what would have happened if the midwife had not discovered that she had set the wrong date to begin with. I even asked about it but she said it was fine and I figured I must’ve gotten something wrong about that ‘only a week past the term’. Maybe they calculated it differently than I thought?
In any case, it’s only a few days and a few percentage points of extra risk that were at stake, so I have let it go. I still try to keep affirming that things are going to go ‘right’, so here’s the chance.
And I take it.
There’ll probably be some reasons to take it again in the coming days 🙂
And that feeling is somehow linked to the remembrance that all of this – however important – is just a moment in our lives. The true worth is best revealed if we try to imagine this period of becoming (unexpected) parents as a moment in a much larger journey.
I found this quote I had stored away until now, which says it better:
Though the human body is born complete in one moment, the birth of the human heart is an ongoing process. It is being birthed in every experience of your life. Everything that happens to you has the potential to deepen you. It brings to birth within you new territories of the heart.
– John O’Donohue