I've gotten some fan-freaking-tastic advice during this pregnancy, one of my favorites being:
"There are two things you can't get attached to when you're pregnant. One is your due date. The other is your 'birth plan.'"
I think a literal light bulb went off in my head when I heard this. That or my eyeballs probably got really huge and I nodded.
Not that I've ever birthed anyone before, but I have always felt like the phrase "birth plan" is a tad...contradictory anyway. I have a feeling it's not like grocery shopping, where you write a neatly bullet-pointed list and know that you'll be able to find and pay for everything on it.
I have a feeling it's different. I have a feeling it's a lot more complicated than that.
So since folks are starting to ask me what my "birth plan" is, I'd like to announce that I don't have one.
Instead, I have a birth hope.
I'm believing--first and foremost--that God made my body to do this. It's not something happening to me, but something my body is doing for me.
I'm educating myself on natural birth.
More specifically, we are studying the Bradley Method.
I'm learning and practicing techniques to help me "ride the waves" of contractions.
I'm taking a wonderful prenatal yoga class, where I'm learning breathing techniques and training the muscles I'll be using to sustain me during labor.
I'm hoping and I'm praying, but I'm not planning, on having an unmedicated, natural birth.
But do hear me, friends, when I say that I would count is a blessing to have that unmedicated experience. Just a blessing, that's all.
I will not and do not think less of myself or any other woman whose birth-hopes are not medically possible for one reason or another. And there are--as I'm learning--a thousand reasons and circumstances. I also believe that each woman has the privilege of praying through and formulating her very own unique birth hope--be it medicated or otherwise, and that no one birth hope is better than another.
At the end of the day (night?), I want to hold a healthy baby and know that the way in which he came into the world is the way in which the Lord intended.
That's my birth hope, y'all. That, and not to poop on my baby boy's head.
You know I couldn't honestly write a whole post on birthing and not post about feces, right?
ps. any comments to this post beginning with "you just wait until" will be automatically deleted...hugs! :)