April 28th, 2008 by Natalia
Well, as you already know… I am. This is my third time around and I am determined to do it differently this time. Let me give you a little back ground info… How about a shortened version of my two previous births?
Ash E. Poo - January 27, 2000 - I was 18 and had NO idea what the heck I was doing. I went into the hospital at night with contractions about 5 mins apart and I was slightly dilated. They decided to admit me. I held hostage in the bed by fetal monitors and an IV tainted with pitocin, which is like the devil’s venom or something. I was starving and they starved me, feeding me only ice chips. I laid there all night trying to sleep. By morning, my OB came in and things weren’t progressing (duh) so broke my water and kept upping my pitocin. After the overdose of pit, I was talked into having a little medicine to take the edge off the pain, so they gave me Demerol and phenya-something which made me drunk (like room spinning, NOT fun drunk) as heck. I felt out of control. I couldn’t keep my mind focused, all I could do was cry and fall asleep between contractions. It was horrible. By this time, I NEEDED an epidural. Along with that came a lovely catheter that caused pain that I could feel through the epidural. Ashton was born at 1:55pm.
Jackson: September 5, 2006 - I went into the pregnancy with birth plan in hand only to have it pretty much be dismissed by my OB as unnecessary. She said, “she does things her way, and mommies and babies come out fine.” I trusted her. Same story. Strapped to bed with fetal monitors coming out of every orifice of my body. Starved. IV’d with hell water (pitocin). Waited all night. Doc comes in and says that I was taking to long so she broke my water and all hell broke loose with it. Got all the way to 10 and my body was ready to push… but where was the doctor? Not there… She left.. so they tell me to freakin PANT, PANT, PANT and not push until they could get her back. What the heck? It hurt so bad… I was like hook me up… I need an epidural NOW… and guess what they did? They gave me one… just in time to push. Jackson was born at 10:22am. I received a “generous” episiotomy which resulted in the nurses coming in and lifting my covers every 20 minutes for the next two days to violate my privacy. NICE!!!
Peanut #3 and I will NOT subject ourselves to the needless torture and unnecessary medical interventions this time around. I’ve done a lot of research and I believe whole-heartedly that a woman’s body was made to birth babies. It’s a natural process, not a sickness. We will be under the care of a Certified Nurse Midwife and will birth in a comfortable birthing center. Now, don’t get me wrong. I think medical interventions are AWESOME when needed, but I think they cause more problems when they aren’t. It’s a domino effect. Give pitocin, it hurts worse… need epidural or drugs.. Labor slows… give more pit… baby goes into distress… c-section.
I watched an a really great eye opening movie last night about all of this. It’s called The Business Of Being Born. It’s produced by Riki Lake. I highly recommend it to anyone who is pregnant or thinking about having a baby some day. It’s a good look at the whole business of birthing babies.
Call me crazy… but it all makes perfect sense to me.