Most women I speak to tried something or other to kick start their labour. It seems strange to try to trigger an event which is generally recognized as one of the most painful experiences a woman will endure in her lifetime. But I guess we do it for the same reason that PH always eats the least favourite part of his dinner first – to get it over with.
For me, the real spur was fear of being medically induced, which I had already experienced and was not anxious to repeat.
I knew that castor oil was my best hope, but I also felt rather pessimistic about it. I suspect that if left to its own devices, my body would carry the baby past the 42nd week mark.
Probably, castor oil would just cause me horrible diarrhea and I’d still have to be induced on Tuesday.
So I started with a small spoonful on Saturday. Most recipes that I saw involved 1-2 tablespoons.
I took a TEASPOON and waited for the diarrhea.
No baby, mind you, but no diarrhea.
So with increased boldness, I took two tablespoons on Sunday, mixed in with my yogurt, and waited.