Still here, blogosphere, and still pregnant! I would be a liar if I said I’m not the least bit uncomfortable. It seems this child is much more fond of breakdancing on delicate lady parts than Rex who preferred to kick ribs and things of that nature around this time. Neither are particularly fun.
We’re much better prepared this time around than we were with Rex. Part of that is knowing what to expect and part is not letting the fear of Bad Things take over the planning aspect of things. We’ve bought lots of clothes. We’ve put up pictures on the wall in the nursery. We even – gasp! – set up a registry. We’ve scheduled parental visitations to help out with Rex and the new baby for the first few weeks and I’ve been doing a lot of cooking and freezing to have meals ready for all of us when no one feels like cooking. In other words, we’re actually treating this an event that will happen.
As for a birth plan, well, I have none except to have a healthy baby in the least dramatic way possible. I had the exact same plan with Rex and due to my complete lack of expectations about the whole process, I had a very positive birth experience. Hell, I progressed from 2 to 10 cm in an hour with my epidural and pitocin while playing Cash Cab with Mr. X. That to me is just about as close to heaven as you can get.
Like last time, I have no desire to have an unmedicated, watered, or home-based birth. I don’t care about being hooked up, monitored, or stuck in the bed due to an epidural. Whatever it takes to get this child out in one, healthy piece is what I’ll do even if that means a C-section. This isn’t about my experience – it’s about getting her here as safely as possible.
Some might say I have an inflated trust in the medical profession. At my core, I’m a deeply practical person. I don’t pretend to have medical knowledge beyond that which Dr. Google has shared with me. I’d like to think that I have picked doctors who share my basic practical philosophy and won’t bullshit me about my options. I trust their knowledge and experience and expect them to trust that I have am making informed decisions about my care. It also helps that I am not prone to high risk complications which necessarily escalate possible intervention nor am I adamantly against medical intervention.
Whatever the case may be, this is perhaps the only area of my life that I am willing, even happy, to cede control to someone else to ensure the best possible outcome. Just as long as I get my epidural, we will all get along just fine.