A friend from an online message board had a spontaneous rupture of membranes at 34 weeks, 5 days. This was her third child: she’d previously had a 36-week baby who didn’t need any NICU time, then had a full-term c-section, and now was trying for a VBAC. This time, when her water broke, she went to the hospital but refused all internal exams. She accepted antibiotics to guard against risk of infection, she hydrated herself assiduously, and she remained on bed rest, but she steadfastly refused all internal exams and induction drugs. Eleven days later—ELEVEN DAYS!—her contractions started and she went into labor on her own, without any intervention. She had her all-natural VBAC at 36 weeks, 1 day, and her five-and-a-half pound baby was born healthy and without need of the NICU. They’re home now, nursing well, and off to a good start in life.
Eleven days. I cannot imagine having been in her situation—imagine fighting doctors for more than a week as they pushed to “just check and see how dialated” she was, “just take a look at what’s going on down there,” and “get things rolling a little.”
What an enormous accomplishment on her part—she trusted her body, she knew what she was doing, and she didn’t waver in her insistence that internal exams would introduce sources of infection and not lead to any useful information.
What a sad, sad maternity system we have, when this triumph of a woman’s body and her enormous will is such a huge cause for celebration!
Eleven days–how strong would you be?
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