They say a picture is worth a thousand words. How about a video?
DH and I went to our first antenatal class last night. Where we were shown a video of a home birth. I have not a thousand words to describe the video. Just one. Yeurgh! Though I did have 10 going through my head while watching it – “Is it too late to get off this ride now?”
I’m a pretty calm person under normal circumstances. I can deal with most situations without getting hysterical. I’ve got a high tolerance for stress. When needs must, I can manage with lack of sleep too, though I know it makes me pretty crabby. When something has to get done, we all have incredible reserves that enable us to manage it. I have great confidence in my reserves – they have never failed me before. But … but…. watching that video… I fear my reserves may just be for getting things on a long list ticked – actions, putting things in motion – kind of like being a puppet master. Pulling on a number of different strings at one time to achieve an end result. I’m good at that kind of stuff. Stress & pressure stuff. But where things are in motion and it’s about the stamina and determination to withstand the winds and hold out, the patience and the will to wait and reign in an action …. that, I’m afraid, is not my strong suit. I also dislike pain. So an elective c-section is out. The thought of slicing through my muscles – muscles I’ll need to, well, move and function – is most unappealing. I want to opt for gas and air since an epidural can prolong the first stage of labour. Not being able to feel means no pain but also means less effective pushing/stretching of the cervix and hence a longer first stage of labour.
Still, planning is one thing, and what happens at the time can be something totally different. Best to have a plan, and a BAFO (best and final offer).. or in this case, the bottom line – which is to have a healthy baby and mom however the doctor gets there.
So the whole very informative video has definitely freaked me out. Next class we get to see a hospital birth. Blechblechblech. At least the babies look quite small. Not quite a football – more like a softball. That’s a small(er) (dis)comfort. Three more delightful classes to go.
Meimei is totally in love with DH. She very rarely snuggles against me (sometimes, when she is sleepy, or feeling a little small, she’ll come to me for a little snuggle), but she is always following hubby around, and wanting attention from him. The other night we had her up on the sofa and she fell asleep against DH’s leg. She looks pretty cozy.
Deuce on the other hand, always wants snuggles from me. If he could, I am sure he would live in my lap 24/7 (at least, when he’s not sleeping on the toy box, his current location as I write). He’s a mama’s boy through and through. Meimei is clearly a daddy’s girl. Go figure! I wonder how it will be for Blueberry?