Finally admitted for induced labor tomorrow

Greetings everyone, it's Mochiko!
Finally, tomorrow, I will be admitted to the hospital for induced labor.

Up until now, the baby hasn't arrived...
I had some Braxton Hicks-like pains yesterday and today, but it was practically nothing.

While I was hoping labor would start naturally,
I was told that waiting any longer would not be good for my body,
so my induction was scheduled for the first weekday after my due date.

Honestly, I'm scared. I'm anxious.
It's not so much that I'm afraid of the readiness to become a mother, but rather I'm afraid of the birth itself.

As I wrote in a previous article, I lost a friend to amniotic fluid embolism this April.
I know well that childbirth is not easy, and that a safe outcome is not a given.
I understand that very well.

That is precisely why I am so anxious and unsettled today.
I will head to the hospital tomorrow, praying that the baby is born safely.

Although it is an induced labor, it doesn't mean the baby will be born tomorrow.
If labor doesn't start, it will carry over to the day after tomorrow or the day after that.

I can't imagine at all how it will go,
and since I still don't know the flow of things, I think I will find out the full picture after completing the admission procedures tomorrow.

Tonight, I plan to avoid browsing social media or searching for things unnecessarily, and I'll try to get to bed early.

Since it won't be a quick birth, I hope to take notes as much as possible tomorrow and update my note at least once.

Lastly, I will write down my current feelings.

From IVF to this point, it has been a long road.
In 2024, I put everything into this pregnancy.
It was truly nothing but painful.
There was no glamorous maternity life.
I had to quit my job and take leave.
I lost dozens of kilograms due to morning sickness, and there was nothing I could eat.
I was hospitalized for pancreatitis and cholecystitis.
I also had a threatened premature birth.
Even after being discharged, I had dietary restrictions.
I kept vomiting throughout the third trimester.
I felt sick every morning.
I was always complaining.
I didn't like anything about myself.
Nothing went the way I wanted.
Even now, rather than wanting to meet the baby, I just want to feel better myself.
Honestly, my body is screaming, and it's exhausting.

Even with a mother like me, thank you for giving me healthy kicks every day and for growing so big.
If it weren't for the baby's vitality, I don't think I would have been in this world by July.

The one who saved me in the end was the baby.
So, even though I'm scared and anxious, I will do my best tomorrow.
No matter what happens, I will protect and save the baby above all else.

Thank you so much for these ten months.
Thank you for working so hard to get this far.