I am an absolutely reasonable person.
Just ask me, I’ll tell ya. ;)
Crazy extreme sports and activities are NOT my thing. Skydiving, parasailing, bungee jumping, mountain climbing… Umm, no thanks!
My idea of extreme is a roller coaster. That’s right, I’m a big, fat chicken! You can say it, I’m boring.
And when it comes to having babies I am the biggest wimp ever. Seriously, with my first I was still scared to death of having my blood drawn. Anthony went with me to my first appointment and had to hold my hand while I tried to convince the phlebotomist that there was really no need to draw my blood. She assured me that it was necessary.
Who knew that was part of the whole having-a-baby process? Not me! (One of the many things you are never told before getting pregnant.)
Over the course of having my five, almost six, children I have become much braver.
Heck!! I even let the anesthesiologist stick a gigantic needle, which I am convinced would even be too big for a mammoth, in my back in order to ease the pain of labor. Oh how I love epidurals!! They have been my best friends while giving birth.
Ok, so there’s the occasional epidural that doesn’t work… like when I had A. I ended up receiving a spinal headache and having to push with said headache… basically I had her naturally without wanting to. Ended up needing a blood patch to relieve it. Another story for another day.
Or there’s the time that I didn’t know I had *ahem* gas. The poor anesthesiologist! That’s kind of an embarrassing story. Let’s just say it was LOUD! And stinky. And loooong! The only defense I have is that when your body is going numb from said epidural it’s kind of hard to control the gas, ok? That was with H. I still get red faced whenever Anthony feels the need to tell the story to someone. Oh Anthony… I love you!
But in my own defense, I have to guess that it’s happened to more than just myself. Why would I think that? Because the poor doc that was on the receiving end of my behind was unfazed. He didn’t flinch.
I wasn’t going to tell that story but I’m good at embarrassing myself so…
Anyway, the point is that an epidural is just something I plan on. I know ahead of time that it’s coming so I don’t stress the early labor.
So, imagine my own surprise when at my appointment today with the midwife I started asking questions about natural birth.
That’s right, I’m thinking about it which makes me insane. I can’t even believe that I’ve even thought about crossing to the crazy side. The side where all you crazy mommies who do things without meds are. You’re CRAZY!!
What has come over me?
Honestly I don’t know what it is. Maybe the fact that this is quite possibly our last baby. I have to admit that the thought of this phase of my life being over makes me kind of sad. (However, if our financial situation were to improve over the next few years I wouldn’t mind trying for more.) I’ve only gone natural once and it wasn’t by choice. I hear all the time that it’s something you have to mentally prepare for if it’s going to be at all a pleasant experience.
Pleasant? Pain? Can those two words ever really coincide?
When I asked Anthony what he thought he said that he was on board. (Of course he is! It’s not him going through the labor!) He said it would be like my marathon. You know, because I don’t run… he does. He’s crossed that off his bucket list (many times over!) and now he’s added a triathlon to the list.
WHO DID I MARRY? He’s a mad man!
So, it has crossed my mind. Strangely enough, crossing to the crazy side has actually crossed my mind. Next thing you know I’m gonna be tandem jumping out of an airplane……..
or not… yeah, probably not!
Are you one of the crazies (Natural birthers)? I could use all the advice and resources you’ve got! Whaddaya got for me?
P.S. Have I told you how much I am enjoying going to the midwives? I’ve only had to pee in a cup once (my very first appointment) and they let me choose my own schedule. None of this pee-in-a-cup-every-stinkin’-time-you-come and having an appointment every 4 weeks for the first several months. I got to go every six weeks instead being that I’m “an experienced mom” and all. ;)