I've learned a new concept over the last 48
hours. Prodromal labor. Haven't heard of it? I hadn't either. Honestly, it's a
fancy way of saying false labor. Maybe it helps those of us experiencing it
feel a little better than just being told what we're experiencing is false.
Instead, I can intelligently state, "It's prodromal labor." It sounds
so much more sophisticated, doesn’t it? Bottom line, it's the same thing…contractions
which lead nowhere despite making a mama think the time is near. For all of my
pregnancies, I've been ok with going full term. I didn't make it with Miss S,
and then with Mr. C, I went 3 days past. (I still plan to post his birth story at some point). I shouldn’t complain
because my pregnancies have only been speckled with mildly annoying but
tolerable symptoms (heart burn, occasional back pain, inner thigh pain this
pregnancy, painful joints intermittently) which is nothing compared to a lot of
pregnant mamas.
Bath time. Blogging. Changing diapers. Cuddles. Dancing. Downtime. Hugs. Laughter. Love. Meals. Music. Potty-training. Prayers. Reading books. Tears. Togetherness. Walks. Work.
Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label labor. Show all posts
Friday, November 20, 2015
Prodromal Labor
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