Huck’s Heart | Two Weeks Post-Op

Huck was two weeks post op on Tuesday evening, so I thought I’d do a comprehensive post on where we’re at, how he’s doing, how we’re all feeling about things. I normally do a postpartum update for myself but it seems my blog has been getting a little more traffic than normal so I’ll spare the talk about my after birth pains and perineal stitches. (Which have subsided and all is well in that department if you’re interested.)

We are so happy to report that everything has been going really well. It’s been such a blessing to have him progress each day. At one week, we were down to one central line left (a neo picc) that he is currently getting one single IV medicine through. He started with two umbilical artery lines plus three additional artery lines – one in his groin area, one in his wrist, and one in his ankle but they’ve taken them all out one by one. And he finally got his chest drainage tube out late last week!

As far as feeding, they started feeding him milk through an NG tube a few days after surgery to make sure his tummy could tolerate it and then they had occupational therapy come work with him on taking a bottle. A lot of heart babies will have feeding issues because there was a delay in feeding, because they developed an oral aversion from intubation, or sometimes because there was temporary damage to the nerves that control swallowing. In Huck’s case, he is doing exceptionally well (doctor’s words) and making beautiful progress (also doctor’s words). By day 3, he was already attempting bottle #5 and was taking about half of it before he exceeded the time limit and they put the rest in his tube. At 14 days post op, he was taking all feeds by mouth and was up to 50 ml. On day 15, he pulled his ng tube halfway out on his own and they let him leave it out. And then on Wednesday this week they gave the green light for him to start trying to breastfeed. The timing was terrible though so he was a little too sleepy after 7 attempts earlier in the day at a blood draw (s e v e n!!), but we tried again the next day and he did really well. Eventually I’d love to just breastfeed him for convenience but we may be alternating fortified breastmilk by bottle with actual breastfeeding. 

Back to it – so late last week the single ventricle team in the CVICU started their checklist of items to approve him to leave and go to what they call their step-down unit. Then on Tuesday, at 2 weeks post op, they gave the all clear. We are officially out of the ICU!

In the step down, Huck has his own room and this is basically treated as his transition before going home. I’m actually staying in the hospital with him and learning all of his care and more about his temperment so that we know more about how he tolerates things and how he normally acts. I have actually done all of his feedings, diapers, comforting, and oral meds by myself for the last three days, aside from earlier today when I had to run and take care of some stuff in preparation for us leaving the hospital. 

As for going “home”, a lot of it will be dependent on him and how well he progresses with weight gain and taking his feeds by bottle in a timely manner. That, plus straightening out a few arrhythmia issues is our current hurdle but that part is kind of trial and error, treat and wait to see if it’s fixed. But I always say “home” because in our case with him having a Norwood surgery, they’re 99.9% sure he will not go home home until after his second surgery, which is scheduled for mid September. They want us to remain close for what they call the “interstage” period, the time between the Norwood and Glenn surgeries. But they have talked more and more about us leaving the hospital the past few days. They also needed to take him off one more of his medicines, which they did two days ago, and then decrease and transition the last IV medicine to oral, which they did yesterday. He also has to continue to gain weight and not have any other hiccups, but they are tentatively planning for us to go home early next week. Fingers crossed!!

A lot of people have asked how we’re doing and I can say for the most part, we’re okay. We are deeply thankful for how well he’s doing and the progress he’s made every day. But I still have days where it’s hard. Every time we change the new routine, I have an adjustment period in my emotions. Nolan went back to work, I cried. We switched to the step down unit, I cried. I’m sure when we finally get to go home, I’ll cry (although that time may be more from relief). I don’t really do any of that in front of people though.. I tend to have my breakdowns in private, thank God. Just don’t ask me if I’m okay lol.. you have about a 50/50 chance of my eyes filling up with tears before I can answer. I sort of just get a little overwhelmed occasionally until we adjust our sails and move forward with whatever new normal we’ve been given. I think one of the hardest parts is navigating how to be the best mom I can be to both kids. Whitlee came down with a mystery virus last week and thankfully she was at my moms house and we weren’t exposed to it. But we had to leave her with my mom and then my in-laws until she was symptom and fever free for a considerable amount of time before she could come back. I hated not being able to snuggle her while she was sick but we have to be extra extra careful right now; a common cold or stomach bug could be life threateningly dangerous for Huck. Thankfully she came back to Houston a couple of days ago and I am so happy to have both kiddos in one place again. 

So now we’re just learning how to take care of our special little boy and learning his habits so we know what’s normal for him and what’s not. We’re getting a lot of education the rest of the week in preparation and we’re just praying he stays on the right path to get to go home soon! 

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Huck’s Heart | Norwood Surgery

After we were able to get Huck here safe and sound and give his team of doctors time to come together on his condition, they were finally able to map out the anatomy of his heart well enough to make a plan. We originally thought he had hypoplastic left heart syndrome but after we transferred care to Texas Children’s they found it was not HLHS, but a rare combination of several different defects. He actually has coarctation of the aorta, l-looped ventricles, tricuspid artesia, congenitally corrected transposition of the great arteries, atrial septal defect, ventricular septal defect and a severely hypoplastic left sided right ventricle. For any normal person, these are all crazy to understand but heart parents/families will probably get some of them. But basically he is a single ventricle baby and his blood flow was restricted in a way similar to HLHS babies and requires the same series of surgeries – the Norwood, the Glenn, and the Fontan. They thought maaayybe if his VSD was large enough and his arch wasn’t a problem, then he might get to skip the first surgery and just do a Glenn and Fontan but both ended up being too small so he definitely needed surgery within a few days. 

Huck was scheduled for surgery Tuesday, May 16, 2017 at 7:15 AM at 3 days old. We got to the hospital early that morning and they let us both hold him a while before they came in and got started. He had a great, restful night the night before and slept the whole time we were holding him. 

They took him back about 7:30 and we waited in the CVICU waiting room. They came and gave us updates about every hour and a half and it was so comforting to see that door open and Kim (our point person for the day) smile and say, “Everything is going great.” The she would tell us where they were at in the surgery and how he was doing. 

About 4:00 PM they came back and said they were done with all of the repairs and he did great. They were about to start warming him back up and try to bring him off bypass. We knew there was a risk of him not coming off bypass immediately and going on ECMO (a longer term bypass machine) so we were anxious for that next update. Around 5:30, we got the update that he was off bypass, his newly repaired heart was beating on its own again, and they were about to close him up. Such great news! Then about 6:00 PM, we got the post op update from our amazing surgeon. He drew us a picture of what exactly they did, which was a Norwood with BT shunt and a arch repair with coarctectomy. He told us he did really well and there were no complications. 

We got to go see him about 7:30 and he actually looked good for what I was expecting. We’re so proud of our little guy and how well he did. 

Below this part are some pictures of him so if you’re unsure you want to see, I’d skip past this part. He is hooked up to a lot of machines and it looks a lot scarier than it is but a lot of is precautionary. He has multiple monitors, catheters, and iv lines and is on a ventilator but they’re already talking about taking him off the vent tomorrow. 


Recovery is going really well and they’re already turning down some of his meds to let him start waking up occasionally. I’m actually typing this less than 24 hours post surgery and he opened his eyes for the first time earlier this afternoon while we were there. He looked sleepy but I was so happy to see his little face awake again. 

Thank you again to everyone for their abundant prayers and thoughts. We feel so blessed to have such an army behind us praying for our baby boy! 

#hucksheart #heartofawarrior

Huck Inlow | Birth Story


I feel like Huck’s birth story starts where Whitlee’s left off. You can read her birth story here but the gist of it is that I was diagnosed with preeclampsia at 34 weeks with her and my doctor decided she was safer out than in so we did an emergency cesarean with her. When we decided to have another baby, I had a pre-pregnancy consultation with my new OB and he advised us to absolutely pursue another baby and that while I did have one or two risk factors for having preeclampsia a second time, I didn’t have all of them. At that time we also discussed the possibility of a VBAC. In Beaumont, at the hospital where we would deliver, there are a handful of doctors that share on call duties. So while my OB was considered “the VBAC guy”, he said one of his requirements was that I go into labor spontaneously because he had no record to go on of how I would react to an induction. He wouldn’t induce for a VBAC unless I’d been previously induced or had a previous spontaneous labor. And on that note, promising to support a VBAC with spontaneous labor would put me at risk for showing up at the hospital with a 1/5 chance of him being there and a 4/5 chance of having a doctor that did not support my birth plan. So at that point, we agreed to a repeat cesarean and I felt peace knowing that it would be scheduled and we would know what to expect. 

When we actually got pregnant with Huck, we went into it knowing he’d be born via repeat c section and it would most likely be scheduled and hopefully be full term. But then we found out about his heart defect, we had to transfer care to the facility where he would have his treatment. During my first visit with my new doctor, a Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist, we discussed my plans for delivery. At which point she casually asked “so for delivery, would you like a repeat c section or would you like to tolac?” I asked what was best for our situation and she very matter of fact laid out the risks of both but then said a vaginal recovery would be better and faster for me and would also be beneficial to Huck’s lung function. So we went down the path in pursuit a tolac/hopeful vbac. She said that spontaneous labor would be best but that depending on my blood pressure staying stable throughout the pregnancy so that we could make it to the point where my cervical conditions were favorable, she was not opposed to inducing. 

All throughout my pregnancy I have been on a low dose blood pressure medication because around 8 weeks it started creeping up. They labeled me as having “chronic hypertension” but my blood presssures have been really great since being on the medicine. Towards the end of my pregnancy, they’ve had me check it twice a day and keep a log. And they’ve continued to be excellent, as well as no signs of preeclampsia- no swelling, no vision changes, no excessive weight gain, no weird headaches, no protein in my urine. From here it will be a timeline to show how this all happened. 

Thursday, May 11, 2017 | 7:30 PM – At 38 weeks, I checked my pressure for my log that afternoon and it was a little high. I rested, checked it again and it was much better. So I kept resting and decided to check it again later to make sure it stayed down, but it was actually back up again. I called my nurses line and the advised me to go get checked at L&D. While there they hooked me up to the monitors and checked blood pressure, which was high and it didn’t take long before they decided to keep me and induce. I started calling Nolan and my family but after a good while of monitoring, the doctor on call came back in and said my blood pressure was a lot better and they were actually going to send me home. What a rollercoaster! I called everyone back and told them it was a false alarm.  

Friday, May 12, 2017 | 8:00 AM – Whitlee and I went to what would have been my last appointments anyway since they were planning to induce next week, but my blood pressure was high again. We went through all of the normal appointment stuff but my doctor ended with, we ARE going to go ahead and induce today. She said their standard care for chronic hypertension is to deliver at 38 weeks, but since mine had been so great she was willing to go to 39. She also said at this point, it was possible that if I stayed pregnant, I could end up with preeclampsia in the next week. 

9:30 AM – She told me to go get my stuff from the apartment in Houston and to be back around 11 to start the induction. I called Nolan and the rest of our family so they could all head that way. 

11:15 AM – Whitlee and I got to hospital to get checked in for the induction process to start. Unfortunately, May is apparently a busy month for babies so they were extremely backed up in labor and delivery and we had to wait F O R E V E R for a room. Like 10 hours. 

9:00 PM – We finally got moved to a labor and delivery room to get set up. After that, it seemed like things went fairly quick for the most part. At this point I was dilated on my own to a 1, maaaaybe a 2 and 50% effaced but Huck was still really high at a -3 station. 

10:40 PM – They decided to start with a Cook Balloon which they insert into the cervix and inflate one small balloon inside the uterus and one small balloon outside the uterus with a middle section meant to dilate the cervix manually. They said we would leave it in for 12 hours, then take it out and from there I would either be dilated to a 4 or 5. The balloon going in hurt. like. hell. Oh man, it hurt. 

12:00 AM (Midnight) – They warned me I could feel some strong cramping and then it was possible that the balloon would intensify the prodromal labor contractions that I’d already been having. Well it did and they started coming super strong and I puked during a particularly hard one. It was at that point that I honestly started questioning this whole vbac thing. I ended up getting two Benadryl to help me sleep and nubane in my IV for pain. The nubane didn’t do much for the pain of the contractions but it did help me sleep between them. So basically I was already having to work through the contractions. They were super strong and I couldn’t talk through them but never very consistent. Some were 4 min apart, some 6, some 12 but all lasting about minute and a half to 2 minutes. 

May 13, 2017 | 8:30 AM – The residents for the day came in and said I’d get the balloon out in a couple of hours, then we’d start low dose pitocin, check to see how low Huck was at that point and if he was low enough, they’d break my water. I went ahead and requested an epidural before all of that business. I’ve heard from several people to get. the. freaking. epidural. I was told pitocin contractions plus no amniotic fluid for cushioning after they break my water is no joke. 

11:00 AM – They took the balloon out and checked me. It did its job! I was dilated to 5, and 60% effaced, but Huck was still at -3 station, so they were going to wait on breaking my water. 

1:00 PM – Anesthesia came in to place my epidural, while my nurse (who was absolutely the most amazing labor and delivery nurse ever) got my pitocin set up. I didn’t care much for the epidural process. I was kind of scared of the pinching pain I’d felt suddenly when I had my c section so I kept having trouble not tensing up. But my nurse just talked me through it and we got it in. Once the epidural was in and I started going numb, I started feeling really bad and proceeded to puke again. I was actually pretty numb from about mid belly down so that was weird. When I puked, I felt like my stomach muscles were numb and almost like I would aspirate. After they started the pitocin, I was having contractions almost immediately and very regularly but I couldn’t feel them. General thoughts on epidurals –  they’re super weird and glorious. 

3:00 PM – Huck had a few heart decels so they came in and put me on an oxygen mask and checked me again and I was still a 5 and now 80% effaced, but he was at a -2 station. They decided to go ahead and break my water and see what would happen.  

4:30 PM – I was able to actually catch a nap between 3 and now and when I woke up I asked my mom if I was still having contractions. She said oh yea, definitely, so I got her to take a picture of the screen because it was above my head and I couldn’t see it. 


This is showing how fast and regularly the contractions were coming but if you look at the top section towards the end, you see Huck’s heart start to drop off. I actually heard this happening on the monitors and said “something’s wrong” and about 5 seconds later my nurse came running in and kicked everyone out except Nolan. She called for a resident and another nurse. They threw my bed back, flipped me to my other side, started pulling iv lines loose from their connectors (not like from my arm), and started massaging my belly a little. After about 5 minutes his heart rate recovered. They said that the contractions were basically drowning him and his heart rate wasn’t recovering like it should have between them. They decided to stop the pitocin and give him a break for a little bit. They also decided to put in an internal monitor to see how strong my contractions were and would start the pitocin again in 30 minutes. At that point, they said if that happened again, we’d go straight back for a c section. By this time it was almost 5:30 so they went ahead and checked me again and said I was still a 5 and 80% effaced, no change at all. But they asked some specific questions about how I was feeling and I told them I was starting to feel my contractions. I was kind of having to breathe through the pressure of them but I couldn’t really feel the pain of them. They said they’d check me again at 7:30 and see how things were going. I think that was the point that I said if I hadn’t changed by then at all, I was ready to talk about another c section. The heart decelerations scared me and I was so tired. I’d been stuck at a 5 for 7 hours or so and the problem I had with that is my body didn’t go to a 5 on its own, it was a mechanical dilation. So if I wasn’t progressing past that, then my body wasn’t doing its job. 

7:30 PM – The resident came back in to check me and I was fully expecting her to say “no change” but she felt around a lot and then looked up and said “well, looks like you’re at a 9, 100% effaced.” I started crying out of pure relief. I could not freaking believe it. I asked “Are you serious?? Are you sure??” And she said “Yup! Your cervix is almost completely gone.”  He was still at a -2 station though so while my body worked through the last bit of cervix, they had me sit straight up and let him start laboring down so I could get ready to birth our boy! My nurse started getting the room ready for delivery and they made all of the appropriate calls to the NICU and cardio team. 

9:47 PM – The resident came back in again and checked me and said I was complete and Huck was now at a +2 station. She then explained how to push and said we were going to try a few and see how it went. They had me reach down and hold behind my legs while Nolan held one leg up and my nurse held the other one, and they had me push for 10 seconds and do 3 pushes inside one contraction. So I would push really hard for 10 seconds, get a breath and do it again, 3 times. The maternal fetal medicine on call had made it in the room by this point and was coaching me through the pushing as well. In between one, she said “you’re pushing really good. If you keep pushing like that, he’ll be out in a couple more.” That was super encouraging to hear. I just kept thinking about all of the birth stories I’d read and listened to on podcasts about how to push and I kept trying to remember to apply those things. I think the next contraction and set of pushes, they all started saying “whoa whoa whoa, okay stop pushing!” I heard something about getting nicu in the room; nobody had made it yet besides the resident and mfm. Nolan said all of the sudden “was that his head???” And they said “Yes, that was definitely his head.” I asked if they were serious?? And they said “Yup! Do you want to see?” I said yes so they moved a mirror over and I could basically see the top of his head, which kind of went back in as the contraction ended. They took my internal monitor out and said “Okay momma, next one is on you. When you feel the contraction, push as hard as you can.” So I waited until I felt the pressure and then pushed with all of my life, took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could again and out came his head! Nolan said on the third push they guided out his shoulders and the rest of his body. 

10:09 PM – They told me to look down and I saw our baby boy enter this world! He instantly cried, which was a great sign and Nolan got to cut the cord. I cried like crazy too, of course, just like I did when Whitlee was born. They took him over to do their initial checks and to decide if he needed prostaglandins at the bedside (he didn’t). They did his weight and measurement – weighed 6 lbs 11 oz and was 20″ long. Then they brought him over to let me hold him for a few minutes. We got a good look at him, then they let Nolan run to the waiting room to get Whitlee so she could meet him. She looked at him and said, “he’s pushed out??” We all got a good little giggle at that. Then Nolan took her back out to the waiting room and they took Huck back over to his warmer so they could start placing all of his lines. During all of this, I delivered the placenta and got a little stitch for a superficial tear. I felt so. much. relief. as soon as Huck and the placenta were out. They also turned my epidural off so I started feeling my legs again which was nice. I kept watching Huck’s team of people working on him and he was so quiet that I thought they’d sedated him but when one of the doctors commented that he was so calm, I realized he was just hanging out. They said he was just laying there watching them do their job. Random side note, right as I was delivering him, the NICU team kind of ran in the room. I didn’t really notice them come in but when I looked up, the room was full. They said something later about how they expected me to be pushing for a while and I asked how long I pushed and my nurse looked at her notes and said “about 10 minutes”. I was shocked!






11:15 PM – They transferred him across the sky bridge to the CVICU and Nolan went with him. Once they got him over there, they started all of his testing and trying to get a better idea of his heart. He was doing really well and breathing great on his own. We were told the next couple of days would be spent gathering data on his condition and we would most likely get an update on Monday from the cardiac team on plan of care. 

12:30 AM – I was in a postpartum room, up walking, using the restroom and overall feeling great. Exhausted, but great! 

So that’s his story! I can’t believe I did it and it was such good closure to the pregnant part of my life. I feel now that I had one emergency c section which was the best choice for that child and I had a successful vbac which was the best choice for that child. I have recovered from both major abdominal surgery and a vaginal delivery and we are so blessed to have two beautiful children. 

Huck Inlow


Huck Inlow Hillin entered the world on Saturday, May 13, 2017 at 10:09 PM via successful VBAC. He weighs 6 lbs 11 oz and is 20″. 

We are both doing well and should have a plan for his heart in the next day or so! We are all so in love with him and can’t believe how good he looks and how calm he is. He is very alert and seems to be tolerating his procedures pretty well!

Full birth story coming soon!!

Baby Hillin #2 | 38 Weeks

I normally wouldn’t be doing an update this week but just in case Huck comes any time soon, I wanted one more update. No standard picture this week but I’ll throw in a mirror selfie at the bottom. 


How Far Along: 38 Weeks

Baby is the size of a(n): winter melon or a Pomeranian

Gender: It’s a Boy!

Weight Gain: I lost weight after my last update so I was actually sitting at 37 lbs at 37 weeks. 

Belly Button In or Out: Finally sticking out a tiny bit. 

Wedding Rings On or Off: Off and wearing my pink Qalo ring instead. Little bit of difference this time since with Whitlee I had to switch to a plain silver band at about 32 weeks. My normal wedding ring is a size 4.5 and the silver band was a 7 or 8 I think. I tried it on recently and it was huge! But my Qalo ring is the same size as my wedding ring just stretchy so it works well. Plus I could leave it on in a c section if it comes to that. 

Sleep: Sleeping a tiny bit better. Oddly enough I’m not up to pee maybe quite as much? Still going around 3-4 times a night but not like the 7-8 I was going. 

Best Moment The Last Few Weeks: I think just knowing everything is done, bags packed, house is cleaned and we’re basically ready for him. Well, as much as we can. Also finding out my body is naturally progressing on its own. 

Miss Anything: caffeine and carbs

Movement: Still my favorite part! I’m so going to miss it when he’s not wiggling around in there anymore. He’s still head down and getting lower. Back is over to my right and feet over to my left. Every once in a while he sticks what I feel like his heel out on my left side and it’s almost like you could just grab his foot. It’s so crazy.

Cravings/Aversions: I’ve been craving water. The more I drink, the more I want. Aversions to weird smells. 

Symptoms: The line on my belly is getting a little darker but still not quite as dark as with Whitlee. Starting to have some rear pelvic pain, like my hip area maybe? I’m not quite sure how to describe it. 

Additional Notes: It still blows my mind that I made it this far and have no signs of preeclampsia. If Huck hadn’t had a heart defect, we most likely would have all been discharged together like a normal family. But I’m so thankful he has been able to stay in this long because his development is one of the most important parts of this. If he’d been too early, it could have been very bad. 

I’m still going to my doctors appointments in Houston once a week for normal checkups, but we did relocate this week so I only have a 10 minute drive for this weeks appointment instead of 2+ hours. Whitlee and I are in an apartment in Houston while Nolan travels back and forth. Our house is being watched VERY carefully, in case you were thinking of robbing us. Plus there’s a special place in hell for you if you break into someone’s house that is away from home caring for a sick baby. (This happened in another town recently and it makes my stomach turn. The parents were with their sick child at our same hospital here in Houston and someone broke into their house.) 

So after my last update, we had a little bit of excitement happen. The afternoon I rolled over 36 weeks (that Wednesday), I suddenly got a really bad lower backache and starting feeling nauseous and just really bad. I felt sort of like I had the flu. I was also having some digestive issues. I tried to drink some water, take a bath, rest.. nothing really helped. We had plans to eat dinner at my in-laws that evening so we went ahead, thinking I’d start feeling better soon. I wasn’t contracting or anything so I just thought maybe I’d overdone something earlier that day. I’d been cleaning and organizing, nesting I guess. While we were eating (I also had very little appetite.. was basically forcing myself to eat), I suddenly had a really painful, strong contraction. I excused myself from the table and went and laid in a recliner for a bit. The contractions kept coming so I started timing them. They were definitely more painful than the Braxton Hicks I’d been having for a while but not so intense that I couldn’t talk through them. After about an hour and a half of contractions 4-5 minutes apart, I told Nolan we needed to go home so I could call my nurses line and see what they wanted me to do. So we left and ran home and I called and they said it sounded like I was in labor and needed to come to Houston. We loaded our stuff up, dropped Whitlee back off at my in laws and headed out. I timed contractions all the way there, and they got to be around 2-4 minutes apart. Once we were in triage at about 11 pm, they hooked me up and found that I was definitely contracting every 4 minutes. They left me on the monitors for about 2 hours and checked blood/urine. They finally checked me and the nurse midwife said I had no dilation, which was kind of odd since my MFM had said I was about a 1 previously. They ended up just monitoring us for a while and had me drink a huge pitcher of water, then they gave me a shot of morphine to help with the pain and sent us home. They said I was having prodromal labor and that I had the timing nailed down but they needed to be increasing in intensity. Like barely talk through them intense. But, oddly enough the next two days I ran fever and had body aches, chills, sweats, and contractions all over the place. I got checked at my appointment on Friday and they said I was about a fingertip dilated and super super soft, but no effacement. The contractions weren’t doing anything except annoying me. We chalked up the weird symptoms to possible side effects from the morphine. On Saturday, my fever broke, my digestive issues cleared up, and suddenly my contractions stopped. It was so weird. So the verdict is that I most likely had some kind of virus, and it was possibly causing my contractions. Since then I’ve had a few, but nothing too crazy. Things are basically back to normal and we’re progressing slowly at the pace we should be. I got checked at 37 weeks and I was definitely a 1, but now stretchy to a 2 and also 50% effaced! 

Now the plan is just to wait on him to come on his own, otherwise we have a tentative induction scheduled for 39 weeks. One. More. Week. 7 days. Maybe. They did mention possibly waiting until 40 weeks if my blood pressure was holding out, fluid levels are good and everything else seems stable. I’ve been walking as much as I can, bouncing on a yoga ball, and drinking red raspberry leaf tea, all hoping to increase my chances of spontaneous labor or at least further dilation prior to the induction. The tea will supposedly just help with making contractions more effective when they do happen. Right now my bishop score is about a 7, which indicates a fairly successful induction process. We’re just in a waiting game now!