With #1, I did every old wives' tale out there. Bumpy roads, long walks, sex, spicy food, eggplant parmesan at "the" restaurant, pineapple, cumin, you name it. I did castor oil TWICE. And neither time worked. 
I went into spontaneous labor with him at 41 weeks. It was long, he was big and malpositioned, and I ended up with a c-section. I wish that I had begged for an induction at 39 weeks with him (I had been 3 cm since 36 weeks). I think that he would have been small enough for me to birth. How's that for a non-MDC opinion?
With #2, I was now a VBAC. I did not want to be induced, because like a PP said, the emotion of that was stronger than I could deal with. Intellectually, I knew that induction was probably okay. Emotionally, I did NOT want an induction with a scarred uterus.
I tried everything again to get labor going. No dice. Only, this time, I only did castor oil ONCE.
I had prodromal labor for about 6-8 hours a night for the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy. At 6pm on the night of 41 5/7 weeks, I gave up, and I decided that he was never coming.
I absolutely did not want to go past 42 weeks (again, the emotional toll). It was late on a Thursday night, and the weekend was coming. He was born by elective repeat c-section that night.

I went into spontaneous labor with him at 41 weeks. It was long, he was big and malpositioned, and I ended up with a c-section. I wish that I had begged for an induction at 39 weeks with him (I had been 3 cm since 36 weeks). I think that he would have been small enough for me to birth. How's that for a non-MDC opinion?

With #2, I was now a VBAC. I did not want to be induced, because like a PP said, the emotion of that was stronger than I could deal with. Intellectually, I knew that induction was probably okay. Emotionally, I did NOT want an induction with a scarred uterus.
I tried everything again to get labor going. No dice. Only, this time, I only did castor oil ONCE.
I had prodromal labor for about 6-8 hours a night for the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy. At 6pm on the night of 41 5/7 weeks, I gave up, and I decided that he was never coming.
I absolutely did not want to go past 42 weeks (again, the emotional toll). It was late on a Thursday night, and the weekend was coming. He was born by elective repeat c-section that night.






