Last night David and I attended a class on hospital birthing procedures. It is the first in our little cycle of birth classes. It was a very fact based class on what commonly happens in a hospital birth, or what could happen. Overall, I thought it was pretty good. It made me feel pretty well read, because I didn’t feel there was a lot I hadn’t thought of or at least heard of. It was also pretty balanced I felt. The nurse giving the class kept talking about how nothing is risk free, mentioning the cascade of interventions, etc and seemed to want to try to get people to think about the choices that could be presented to them on the big day. It was kind of boring at times too, and at course a lot of the questions people asked I just felt like saying “Weren’t you listening, she has said that like ten times tonight!” I didn’t feel like it shook me up too bad, I left still feeling pretty much the same about medical interventions and pain relief. (Isn’t it weird though that people freak out if a pregnant woman has a cup of coffee or a Dr. Pepper, but as soon as she goes into labor at a hospital its like, “hey what kind of heavy drugs do you want lady”?)
During the class David wrote on a pad of paper “It’s like another Wedding Day, the Happiest Day of my life” It certainly is a game changer like a wedding day too, and a lot of prep and nerves are involved too, and a family is being shaped or expanded. Of course, I was a little more focused on seeing these videos of women in labor and getting C-sections. On your wedding day you are basically the prettiest you will ever be, at least that is my theory, that day in my dress I remember thinking, wow I have never looked like this and won’t ever again! The ladies in the videos weren’t exactly looking like Barbie. While, my whole birthing philosophy or what have you wasn’t effected last night, I was at points a little overwhelmed just being presented with the very real fact that I will give birth to a child one way or another. It’s awesome and I was made to do it and all that, but its a lot to take in too. Giving birth was something my Mom did, not me! Now I am the Mom!! You always think you will have kids someday, and may even be really really excited about it, but somehow the whole labor part is really not in your mind growing up, at least not mine. I guess that is good, I mean it probably isn’t worth really stressing over. How many women have done this after all? And of course, the baby that comes from it overshadows the process and immediately takes up your attention and focus. Still, I do have to walk through this crazy part of the journey pretty soon and it sure seems intense! I can’t help wondering what changes it will bring about in me on the other side? I know seeing that baby certainly will change both David and I forever and irrevocably, but as a woman something about going through this process of pregnancy and delivery seems really formative. I am 30 years old and have felt pretty grown up for a while, but this definitely is a new growing experience for me.