Acupressure massage. Nipple stimulation. Raspberry leaf tea. Wine, even. I tried each of those things, and a few more like giving my partner oral sex to induce labor, but more on that later. I climbed stairs. I took evening primrose oil. I took castor oil and only birthed massive amounts of diarrhea into the toilet. I knew exactly when I had conceived my daughter, and I was 40 weeks when I really started stressing her delivery.
Despite the fact that only 5 percent of mothers actually deliver on their due dates , according to the American College of Obstetricians and Gynecologists ACOG , I was fearful of an induction or surgery, and wanted to go au naturale. I wanted to meet my firstborn, and have my body back, and so I asked my midwife if she had any other suggestions to get this overdue baby out of me. My husband had accompanied me to nearly all of my appointments, but for this meeting, I went alone. Damn it. I was desperate to give birth.
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And so I shared the suggestion with my husband. I should also mention I was also congested due to swollen sinuses because of pregnancy , so I was feeling like the least sexy version of myself.
I proceeded anyway. Good lubricant helps, and the flick-of-the-wrist right hand motion to stroke helped quicken the pace. I felt bad that I was so robotic in my motions, but I wanted that baby out and I think my husband was just happy to be there. I felt the tensing contractions of his scrotum, and the stirring in my uterus, I counted down: 3, 2, 1; hold your breath.
I swallowed quickly to avoid gagging. Do it for your due date! I told myself. To clarify, I love giving blowjobs to my lovers, but I rarely swallow. The goal was not his pleasure, although perhaps if it had been it might have quelled some of my birth anxiety. In hindsight, I believe it was this birth anxiety that kept me tense and unready to progress.
