Five years ago today I was a week past my due date. I had a near perfect NST, but right at the end there was a blip that kinda concerned my doctor. He called in his colleague, and they consulted. He suggested I go home, 40 minutes away, and come back the very next day for another NST. His colleague suggested I go to the nearby hospital directly to be induced. I'm not one to choose induction, but I felt the Lord prompting me to pick the hospital option. I wasn't afraid, just had a certainty that it was the best choice. I called Steadfast at work, and told him I was going home to pack for the hospital, and could he meet me at home. He did, and we went to the hospital. They put me in a labor room and I settled in bed, Steadfast got out the work he had brought with him and settled in for the long haul... after all, Catherine had taken 36 hours to arrive. While waiting for the OB on call to come in and sign the papers to get the pitocin started, I had a wee little c...