Is your birth story what you had planned?
I was thinking about this a bit recently. What happens when your birth story isn’t what you planned? I remember very clearly planning the actual birth of my first child extremely carefully down to the smallest detail. I had the soundtrack that would accompany my labour on my i-pod at least 10 weeks before my due date.
My husband had mapped the route to the hospital several ways. One depended on traffic and the time of day, another relied on which roads had the least traffic lights and another was the one with the least amount of speed bumps.
As with many things it didn’t go to plan and when Mr Large arrived quite frankly I couldn’t have cared less how they got him out, only that he started breathing normally again.
He managed to diffuse the tension in a highly stressed out operating theatre by weeing all over the surgeon who delivered him and to this day proudly tells that story.
I’m also pleased to say the births of Miss Medium and Mr Small were a lot more relaxed, mainly because I had learned a valuable lesson about relaxing just a little bit more.
In contrast, a girlfriend of mine planned a home water birth. It went beautifully for her. She was relaxed and calm and I loved just how zen her approach to the whole process was. I like my deliveries to involve a cast and crew with lots of medical degrees behind them. That’s just who I am. As it turned out, particularly with my eldest child, it was just as well.
But what if you get a different ending to the one you planned? I read this birth story a few months ago and even now it is still in my head. It is the most incredible story, filled with love and joy and some heartbreak as well.
What if your birth has a different ending? In this case it also meant a new and beautiful beginning. I can’t stop thinking about this amazing story. What are your thoughts?