Went in yesterday morning at 39+3 to have my induction with pitocin. By the afternoon I was having contractions that were 1.5-2 minutes apart, and they said I was contracting too much and decided to decrease my pitocin. My husband and I were so excited and ready, especially since the nurses kept telling us how great we were doing with the contractions and my body reacting. I spent the entire day on the ball and walking. At around 4pm my midwife comes in, checks me and tells me I have hardly dilated .5 a centimeter from where I began (1.5cm that morning). They left me on the pitocin for another two hours and no change, so we decided to stop everything, but when we wanted to take the monitors off I was still contracting and the baby's heartrate kept dropping to the low 100's and shooting up to 140's, so we had to stay on the monitor for almost another two hours. After they gave us the all clear that his heartrate baseline is just very low they said we can stay at the hospital and pick things up tomorrow morning if I have progressed at all, or I can go home and try again next Thursday. After lots of tears and apologizing to my husband that he took the whole day off work for nothing because I felt my body had failed me, we decided to head home. We were just so tired of getting our hopes crushed and he could tell I just needed to be at home and comfortable. This man is my rock, he drove me home as I just sobbed, made up the bed the way I like it, grabbed my comfy robe, started a hot shower for me, made me soup, brought me ice cream, and cuddled me until I fell asleep. I could not have made it through yesterday without him. It is hard feeling like such a burden and a failure, but we are on the books for next Thursday induction to try again if baby doesn't show before then. Wish us luck, prayers are appreciated. ❤