Lauren and I spent this past weekend only saying nice things. But today is Monday… so here’s my little rant from this evening’s yoga class.
Before the rant can begin I have to once again thank our friend for her very generous gift of the class for me. The yoga aspect is wonderful and helpful and great. The stretching, moving and relaxation is fantastic and Baby Bunny loves it. The people in the class, however, are almost too good to be true.
Tonight, as I was waiting for class to start, another classmate arrived with a GIANT coke from McDonald’s, finishing an apple pie. Now, I am not going to lie and say that I do not give in to fast food every now and then (very infrequently), but I just could not imagine how her poor belly would feel after eating that and then bending all around. This same girl also came in with a liter sized Pepsi last week. I hope she is drinking lots of water at home.
Then, during our little break in class, someone asked me how far along I am. Most of the gals are between 25 and 28 weeks along, so I am definitely the furthest along. When I told them that I didnt have much more time and how far along I was, my favorite soda guzzling friend said, “Oh, aren’t you getting scared? I know I am terrified of birth!”
Now, this has become my #1 pet peeve, and everytime someone says it, it makes my skin crawl and makes me so angry at the media, doctors, etc.
I am not terrified, scared, nervous or anxious about birth. I am eagerly looking forward to it and am embracing it as a natural process that my body was designed to do. I cannot wait to share in the intensity, emotion and joy of the labor and delivery process with Lauren and our family. I think it is a beautiful thing and am so sad for those who are so scared of letting their bodies and nature bring a life into the world.
This weekend, as we finished our birth plan, Lauren and I just sat and smiled at each other. We talked about how wonderful this is going to be, how much we are looking forward to every contraction, every moment of birth and how gorgeous it will be. I find birth to be an empowering opportunity and only wish others saw it that way instead of in the screaming, arm pulling, angry way that movies and shows portray.
I have so much more to say on this topic, but I am going to limit my little rant to what is already here. I did voice my opinion to my yoga classmates. I did so to affirm my own decision, but mainly to encourage them to take their labor and delivery into their own hands and embrace this great experience. I don’t know if it will make an impact on anyone’s decisions in labor, but I hope at least they will consider their options, other than “my doctor told me I don’t need a birth plan — that’s why I have him” (honestly said tonight!).
Happy baby birthing to all (rant done).
** UPDATE** To clarify a little bit, Lauren and I are aware that things do not always (or ever really) go as planned. We can write the most detailed birth plan as we want and this baby will do what she wants. In no way did I intend to make it seem like a natural birth was the only way for us or that having an intervention means a failure or an issue — but it is our goal. Lauren reminds me constantly that as much as I want to use the waterbirthing tub, it just might not happen, and I have come to accept that. Does it keep me from hoping and dreaming? No, but it just make me realize that what happens, happens. I am in awe of all of the moms out there and their birth stories and hope that I can be as strong of a role model and guide for little Lillian as you all are. XO.