Let's get this party started

The day of the repeat scan. We were certainly emotionally tired - Dad summed it up well: we had been left with the feeling we were gambling with our baby's life for the last four days. We knew our choices, and what would be our next steps depending on the results of the scan. It was reduced further.
We also found out I was 1cm dilated, so combine that with the scan results, and suspected membrane rupture at 11pm the night before, we felt affirmed and secure in our choice to go ahead with induction later that day. My body was gearing up on it's own accord, so induction felt less like forcing it into something it wasn't ready for. I did feel that given a few more days, my body would continue through latent and established labour unaided, but taking everything into consideration, we wanted him out safe and sound above anything else.
We went home, packed up and had lunch with Dad - and then the three (or four!) of us popped up to the hospital.
Here we are starting the first stage, excited that we will soon meet our son.