I would like a handhold please, and potentially talking down from the ceiling.
40 weeks today with DD2, induction booked for 9am due to horrendous SPD which has seen me on crutches since 20 weeks. They offered to induce last week but I decided to martyr myself a bit and drag on another week just to see if she popped out on her own due to horrific anxiety (previous birth trauma). I thought I'd prepared mentally for today, woke up at 5am looking like 'a rabbit caught in headlights' according to DH. Real comfort!
Tell me it'll be fine? And that I'll go in, pop her out and be home in time for tea?