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My first daughter (D1) was as cozy as a baby could be. At nearly 42 weeks, I was worried that my body wasn't going to go into labour spontaneously. I was feeling heavier and more anxious by the day. Her vitals were perfect, and everything seemed alright as far as our planned home birth in Canada was going to go.
At 39 weeks I did a membrane sweep, this didn't do much other than cause bleeding and cramping. My midwife told me that first time mothers usually take a bit longer on average and not to worry. I was taking long walks and trying my best to find anything online that would help bring D1 to the world.
At 40 weeks, a sense of doubt crept over me. I was at my due date and there was no sign of D1. The pregnancy had been yet another long waiting game in my life, and I was so excited to meet my baby that I could barely sleep. My husband had just come back from Saudi Arabia. We both thought she'd make her appearance sooner, frantically booking tickets and rushing him home to me. My Grandparents on the coast came all the way to see us, hoping the baby would come while they were there, and alas, she stayed in and they went back to Newfoundland.
I consider myself a patient woman. I lived away from my husband for 5 years. I know that if Allah is making me wait, that means he's giving me the time to wait (I was alive and well, after all). Patience was the least I could give considering everything I've always wanted I've been blessed with, never denied. Patience as always been the test. My marriage, my business, my babies. Always taking their sweet time. D1 was no exception, but she was by far my most testing wait.
See, I was barely 21 by then and while I spent months doing research, I didn't know my options. Everyone has their ways of bringing on labour, from pineapple to jumping (Yeah, seriously. On a
trampoline). I had tried a lot of the safer methods but by 41 weeks I had almost given up.
Long story short, due to my daughter's size (5ish kilos) and her positioning I ended up going into labour 2 weeks late at home. It was 4 am and I had barely slept 3 hours. The night before my husband and I had an 8 hour adventure, chinese food, and gone to bed. I couldn't tell if the early labour contractions were cramps from the chinese food or actual labour.
I waited anxiously as my husband slept. I called the midwife that afternoon, having thought that I surely waited long enough. She checked me and frowned, "You're still at the beginning. Call me in 8 hours or when the contractions pick up."
I laboured for 41 hours. I went to the hospital towards the end, relinquished my dreams of a natural homebirth and had an epidural because I hadn't eaten or slept in days. After an hour nap, I had D1.
Now, by the time D2 came around (in Saudi Arabia), I was 37 weeks but very sick. I had been dealing with erratic blood pressure readings, inflammation in the gallbladder due to hormones (ouch), extreme headaches that took my vision temporarily. Being that ill
wasn't my preferred way of inducing labour
. By 38 Weeks, I went in to be induced to stop the onset of Preeclampsia and found out I had gone into labour on my own! 18 hours later, almost half the time of my last labour, she arrived.
So far I am clear of the minor and major complications I had with D1 and D2. Still, I wanted to find a way I could induce labour naturally or at least help myself along. I took to the internet and found
a lot of information. I feel like I have spent the majority of this pregnancy coming to terms with my past experiences and doing research on how to prevent bad outcomes. In the end, we know it's not up to us. However, I'm a firm believer that trying
helps me. It will help me accept whatever happens with D3, it is a way of having a hand in my fate and doing the best I can to get what I want.
So, in my research I found the safest and most tried and true aids for pregnant women. I found the science to back it up, and I feel pretty good about what I read. With things like 'Castor Oil' and other really intense remedies, you can cause yourself a lot of discomfort (or even run the risk of a bad birth outcome). What I've chosen to do has very little to no risk, and I'm excited to try it out and document my experience.
When I get the items I ordered off of a popular health and wellness site (I'll get back to them, later), I will do a review. We spent approximately 180 SAR on the items and the shipping, which isn't bad because I could not find these products in Saudi Arabia. I looked at UAE based health and wellness sites as well and the prices were majorly inflated.
The purpose of this blog is to help
you. I want to find things at the best of my ability, give you the down low about what's good and find the best price. I want to document and honestly review what I have tried so you don't make the same mistakes as I did, and I want to share my major successes.
Being assertive can help us physically, but it can also help us mentally. I know that even in my hardest labour I did everything I could do to help.
I also know that you can't avoid trauma or bad scenarios. The way I have been able to cope with the different experiences I've had is that I have been assertive and educated myself. Your brain is your greatest asset when it comes to childbirth.