Three weeks ago I gave birth to my own lil chickie baby. They tell you to get a birth plan in order but how many things in life go according to plan? How many things in nature stick to a plan? My birth plan should have remained as previously planned, no plan at all. Instead I invested much heart and mind into one idea, to give birth naturally outside of a hospital. Everything in my pregnancy had been uneventful and healthy, no reason to worry about needing a hospital.
Instead, I imagined and planned on a peaceful, natural, water birth at a birthing center. Plan B, which was the only default plan was to birth at home, again, naturally and peacefully. So it was disappointing to find myself at a hospital delivery room at 4am, but much worse to be awaiting a c-section at 10am. I almost, and came very close too, getting back on course and sticking to a natural child birth and wanted that very much, but I was not strong enough to fight the pessimistic surgeon on duty that morning. I don't work well with time limits either and hospitals are very impatient. So I relinquished all hopes and dreams for my baby's peaceful entry into the world and felt terrible about it. She was not in distress, I was not in danger, but labor was already in it's 32nd hour.
While on the table I thought of Elvis, the little chick I peeled out of a shell. She had been trying to get out for hours. I woke up to find her in distress. I debated whether to interfere and chose to go on with what is essentially a chickie c-section and carefully peeled her out of her shell that was caked in egg yolk making it difficult to enter the world. I wasn't completely confident in what I was doing. Once out of her shell and under a lamp it was very wait and see. She was okay, and is still alive, now in a backyard flock in San Antonio. Thinking about Elvis for that instant made me feel okay with the unnatural birth and delivery I was having.
This little thought casted an,"Everything will be okay, just wait and see," feeling over me. I was finally at peace with the completely unplanned event in progress. Then I heard her cry and saw my baby girl for the first time, briefly. She was then cleaned and swaddled and placed on my chest and I kissed her tight lil cheek told her I loved her and that I was her Mommy. I then apologized to her, in my mind, for the not so peaceful entry. Looking back, we moved on from that moment pretty quickly. Now, three weeks later, my little girl sleeps nestled close to me, as I type with one hand.
Don't plan on sticking to plans, just wait and see.
Instead, I imagined and planned on a peaceful, natural, water birth at a birthing center. Plan B, which was the only default plan was to birth at home, again, naturally and peacefully. So it was disappointing to find myself at a hospital delivery room at 4am, but much worse to be awaiting a c-section at 10am. I almost, and came very close too, getting back on course and sticking to a natural child birth and wanted that very much, but I was not strong enough to fight the pessimistic surgeon on duty that morning. I don't work well with time limits either and hospitals are very impatient. So I relinquished all hopes and dreams for my baby's peaceful entry into the world and felt terrible about it. She was not in distress, I was not in danger, but labor was already in it's 32nd hour.
While on the table I thought of Elvis, the little chick I peeled out of a shell. She had been trying to get out for hours. I woke up to find her in distress. I debated whether to interfere and chose to go on with what is essentially a chickie c-section and carefully peeled her out of her shell that was caked in egg yolk making it difficult to enter the world. I wasn't completely confident in what I was doing. Once out of her shell and under a lamp it was very wait and see. She was okay, and is still alive, now in a backyard flock in San Antonio. Thinking about Elvis for that instant made me feel okay with the unnatural birth and delivery I was having.
This little thought casted an,"Everything will be okay, just wait and see," feeling over me. I was finally at peace with the completely unplanned event in progress. Then I heard her cry and saw my baby girl for the first time, briefly. She was then cleaned and swaddled and placed on my chest and I kissed her tight lil cheek told her I loved her and that I was her Mommy. I then apologized to her, in my mind, for the not so peaceful entry. Looking back, we moved on from that moment pretty quickly. Now, three weeks later, my little girl sleeps nestled close to me, as I type with one hand.
Don't plan on sticking to plans, just wait and see.