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In an Ideal Situation...

Sorry, more baby birthing talk.  But you already knew that was coming; the blog *is* called Loquacious Family after all ;)

Hubbs and I were having a "domestic" yesterday when we ran late for a tea date with friends, and tried to figure out how and why we ended up late (especially since I *hate* being late).  I like to blame it on unforeseen circumstances (e.g. traffic, long line-ups) and he thinks it's because I'm an idealist (read: I underestimate how long anything takes because I think I'm superwoman and superwomanly fast). 

Regardless, it got the wheels turning in my brain.  I *am* an optimistic idealist, darn it! I thought to myself.  But is that so wrong?  Of my choices, hoping for the best seems to be the better option to expecting the worst and always hedging my bets.

And so it is with childbirthing, a reality I am facing down as the day approaches.  I've heard the horror stories (because those are the ones well-meaning sadistic people like to share): the searing pain, the blood-curdling screams, the long long hours of labour, the cutting/snipping/surgical procedures, the possible complications with baby, infections and scarring and so on and so forth.  Who needs horror movies when you have tales like that to keep you company in the middle of the night?!?

The idealist in me rejects it all (a la Driscoll's receive, reject, redeem).  Okay, so maybe I'm using the terms out of context (Driscoll is referring to believers who are engaging with culture, and I'm referring to scary tales of childbirth), but I think the idea is the same.  There is nothing beneficial in dwelling on the negative, the what-ifs, and the worst case scenarios.  Am I in charge here, or is the Creator of the Universe in sovereign control?  Can I even add one day to my life or one hair to my head by worrying about stuff that I can do nothing about?!?

And so, I reject all of those nasty stories (though am not quite naive enough to say that they aren't possibilities).  Instead, I lay hold of God's promise that I can do all things (even birth a full-term child out of my hoo-ha) through Him who gives me strength.  He has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power (to push) and love (to embrace the experience) and self-control (to not attack Hubbs or the nurses or anyone in my discomfort).  For by Christ all things were created (including baby), and He is before all things (including my birthing experience), and in Him all things hold together (e.g., my body!), so He is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? Of whom (or what) shall I be afraid? 

So, in this ideal situation, I would like my birthing to be a Christ-centered event, just as my conception, child-bearing and complication-free pregnancy have all pointed to His grace and mercy in my life.  I want to fix my eyes on Him and trust that He has prepared my body and equipped it to do what He wants me to do, and I want to enter into the "courts" of the delivery room with a heart full of praise and thanksgiving.

I want to ideally be intervention-free.  Much as I know that there are situations that require interventions (and I would most certainly use them as needed), if I am so blessed with a healthy birthing situation, I do not want to have any of the following:
  • C-section
  • epidural
  • episiotomy
  • prone birthing position (I prefer to borrow the force of my friend gravity)
  • catheter (or IV's for that matter)
  • doctor-directed pushing
Let me live in my optimistic bubble, if you think I'm out in left field.  Feel free to disagree with me and continue to relive the "horrors" of your own experiences (or those of others you've heard), but kindly refrain from raining on my parade.  I receive all joyous birth stories with enthusiasm (and thanks again Babushka Mama for those great videos), and reject all the fearful tales that leave no room for faith and hope in our Maker.  I redeem the use of interventions only when medically necessary, and recognize that these are neither evil nor excellent but can be used for selfish reasons (e.g. "too posh to push") or Godly ones (e.g. to rescue a breached baby in distress). 

And I praise God that even the ability to see positive and have hope is a gift from Him.

Comments

~Rain``` said…
Hopefully your birthing situation ends up ideal! Praying for peace and wisdom during the whole process. And flexibility if things don't go as planned.

It's such a surreal experience. Wonderful. Crazy. Freaky. Miraculous.

I'd do it again, if God so wills. But the jury is still out on that decision!

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