long story, sorry!
This is long, but isn't anywhere near the entire story. It might sound like one of those "horror" stories, but that's not how it's intended. I should have gone UC and intend to UBAC in the future; I was ridiculous for giving so much (all) of my power away, and that started the day I peed on the stick my husband brought home b/c he was tired of me going back and forth (he KNEW I was pregnant and should have just continued to TELL me that I was...the stick-peeing changed my entire way of thinking about pregnancy) as to whether I was or not.
Not everything I've written is exactly relevant to you. But it was related, in some way, to the cohoshes. I don't want to just write what happened and blame it ALL on the cohoshes, so I've tried to give a fair and brief-as-possible rundown of the things surrounding the cohosh use.
I'm sorry even my intro is long LOL.
Also a lot of this won't be relevant b/c it was solely due to my hired help (and my giving away power to them) interfering every.single.step.of.the.way. You won't have that, so you will be infinitely better off.
As background, I was bullied into a "natural" induction. I later found out that all the women in my family have long pregnancies, and in fact my husband was a 44 week baby. I knew the pregnancy was going to go long, from almost as long as I'd been pregnant I knew this.
And I WANTED the pregnancy to go as long as it needed to. I was terribly uncomfortable, everything hurt, I thought about living on the toilet, I could barely eat b/c of heartburn but I was famished all the time...it went on and on. But I was really commited to letting the baby go as long as needed, and *thought* I'd hired the right people.
I didn't. The bullying began at 40 weeks (I had hired them at 25+ weeks, with post-dates being a HUGE part of my interview with them).
After EPO for days and incredibly uncomfortable sex, a putzy labor started. A day or so later I got some homeopathic blue cohosh (thoroughly reading about it and the black cohosh in the Materia Medica at the health food store, all the while contracting), and it started to get things going a bit more solidly. Things felt like they were moving along and starting to groove.
We called the hired help and they made their way to me. As soon as they gave me the dose of b/b tincture the contractions got OUT of control. They felt simply painful and UNproductive, they felt like torture. I've lost a lot of the memories; I'd been taking notes in between contractions b/c I'm like that, but the hired help made it clear they didn't approve and eventually I stopped out of shame that I could write between contractions.
Anyway, the pain was horrendous, but it didn't feel like it was DOING anything. It was just hurting.
At last I needed sleep, and they convinced me to take some herbs so I could rest. Opposite effect, the herbs caused panic attacks, and *just* enough sleep so the contractions would be MIND BLOWING and wake me in the middle of them, rather than feeling the ramp-up. That indicates I did get a few minutes of sleep, but I finally came out from under those herbs more exhausted and scared than before.
Of course then things slowed down again, but I was "on the clock" (a clock I'd been assured didn't exist beforehand, just as I'd been assured they just adored post-dates babies and wouldn't even TALK about NSTs until *after* 42 weeks) so they had to start things up again. More b/b tincture, and more mind-blowing, just painful, so painful I couldn't do anything to help, contractions.
Ultimately they convinced me to take the "slow-down" herbs again, I had more panic attacks and less sleep, then it went into the 4th day of funky slow labor, they convinced me of AROM and oops found meconium (which I'm quite positive happened b/c of the cohoshes and/or other herbs (motherwort, crampbark, and some jamaican something in place of valerian which had mysteriously gone missing after talking me into it)), tornado'ed me into a transfer which I fought for over an hour, the doctors insisted on surgery which I fought for 6 hours....
If I hadn't been bullied into those "natural" induction methods, I'm quite sure labor would have started much better, when baby wanted it to. He likely would NOT have started labor while posterior, with one or both hands at his cheek. (I realized those things AFTER it was all over, though it would have been most excellent to know of the malposition DURING labor, when it could have been accomodated, changed, or just dealt with knowledgably)
I have a friend who had had prodromal for weeks and weeks. She and her OBs finally wanted to get things moving, to end the prodromal. Membranes swept and eventually some augmentation with pit (on a VBAC). It all ended well, with her having a wanted epidural and pushing out a baby, but the baby was occiput transverse, which must be very difficult to push out. I believe that the prodromal was the baby trying to move, thinking about starting labor but not quite wanting to yet due to position, and if left to start labor on her own, baby would have done so AFTER moving into a better position.
That's my belief, you can ignore it.
But really, baby will start labor when s/he is ready. I know it's rotten right now. From my experience (and my MIL's) the stretchmarks are really coming out right now (MIL's first baby was over 10 pounds (6 day UC in rural Korea, by the way!!!) but she was unmarked from that pregnancy; her second baby was her 44 week baby, and was well under 9 lbs, but that's where she got the stretchmarks, ugh), I know you can't walk, probably can't eat, etc etc etc....but baby's working right now, trying to finish things up! In the absence of a clear BIG reason to bring on labor, I urge you to let baby be.