We’re told to create a birth plan, and I get it, you set goals about what you want in your delivery room and your experience becoming a first time mom. You also hear so many people talk about how, “once I got in that delivery room, everything changed.” Makes me think of Baz Luhrmann’s song “Wear Sunscreen”
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind
Because basically everybody has told me to worry about every little detail, but that none of those things will come to fruition.
…and everybody seems to have an opinion on whether or not your birth plan seems like a wise idea. Just like everybody seems to have an opinion on whether you should eat sushi, drink coffee, lift weights, do yoga, wear sunscreen. And while I appreciate everybody’s need to interject about what is best for me, and what is best for my baby – okay maybe I don’t – this is something I have to discover along the way.
We hired a doula, who will also lead our hypnobabies class. Christian kept calling her a madula, I think he’s finally learned what a doula is. This was a very personal decision for me because I am going to have a vaginal, non-medicated birth. Go ahead, and tell me I’m crazy.
I’ll go into it with a back-up plan, but if I don’t stay strong in my convictions leading up to Kai’s birth, how will I ever expect that I’ll be able to say no to an epidural in the delivery room?
We’ll take six weeks of classes learning various breathing techniques, simple meditation, and light hypnosis to help me work through labor waves. Will I be successful? I don’t know. I didn’t know if I was going to enjoy moving to Alaska, or if I could snatch 140#, or if I could afford to purchase a condo and not get myself into credit card debt – guess what, none of those things happened. Do I regret it? Or believing I could be successful at it? No, because I made some great friends in Alaska, I was able to snatch 135#, and I bought my own place at 32 years old. And maybe I was disappointed that I didn’t complete my goals – but there’s a silver lining to all of it. Except this time it’ll be my own tiny human that shares my DNA.
All the other junk…
Doing a quick google search to see how to even begin writing a birth plan, makes me so thankful I have a doula to help support me on the journey. I’m learning so much already about drops in baby’s eyes after their born, packing snacks, birthing positions, do you want your baby washed before the doc hands them over to you, will I be allowed to do yoga in the delivery room leading up to her birth?
For everybody that tells you that your birthing plan isn’t going to go as you expect it to, there sure are a lot of bases you need to cover.
…and really, lets be honest. All I really want to ask is, “Can Bugz come?”