I want to give birth naturally. I feel very strongly that’s the right choice for me, and I’m trying to do everything I can to prepare for it.
I’ve been stepping around it in conversations with friends and family. I say I’d like to try to go with no drugs, I’d like to have a natural birth, and then I often end up listening to stories about how I should get the drugs, smiling, nodding, and taking it all in. I don’t know why I haven’t been more adamant about it. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid something will go wrong and I don’t want to jynx it, or look like a fool. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to be rude to people and I really do want to hear about their experiences. Maybe it’s because it I realize it doesn’t really matter what I say now, it matters what happens when I go into labor.
Ed and our moms know how I feel about it. I feel really encouraged that both of our moms gave birth naturally. I also feel encouraged that most of the women in my family that I’ve talked to have given birth naturally. It makes me hopeful that there’s something in our genes, something that will make me better prepared to give birth naturally.
I don’t take medications very often. If I have a headache, I drink a big glass of water and suck it up. I didn’t have anything for pain when I cut off the tip of my finger and had to have it reattached (though I may have given in if I wasn’t pregnant). I don’t take anything for my allergies, since they’re intermittent enough to be unpredictable and I’ve had success with avoiding rubbing my eyes and washing my hands to get rid of pollen. I just don’t see the need for many medications.
I feel very strongly that when I go into labor, I want nature to take its course. I don’t want pitocin. I don’t want to have my membranes ruptured. I don’t want an IV. I don’t want an epidural. I don’t want a scheduled C-section. I want to deliver my baby, the way that humans and animals have delivered their babies for as long as live birth has existed.