When I start to tell my man what sort of birth I want, he gets a bit eye rolly. I see him shut down a bit and start to dismiss the conversation I haven't even begun to have. I think he thinks I am swayed by the recent popularity of home births among our friends. He's right.
I never wanted a home birth. In fact, I am not sure that I do even now. I would like to feel less alone, however. While laboring with Rosanna, I moaned and winced through the wee morning hours. Nurses would come in occasionally to gawk at the monitor, "So you're the one with the wild baby". I guess they had been watching my monitor in their area outside of my room, sharing with each other how active my kid was. Ethan slept (attempted to sleep?). I felt resentment. I was doing an extraordinary amount of work, sleeping through wrenching contractions was hardly an option. It's not as if there was anything he could do. We could both be exhausted, or one of us could sleep.
And so a big part of my memories from that night are lonely. And painful. I really want someone there who has a greater understanding of how to support me. My husband was likely mortified at my pain, at the prospect of the job ahead. A mid-wife or doula is what I want. A woman who can work with my body and guide me through the intensity. The nurses were useless in this aspect. To them I was going through the normal process of laboring (which I was), and when it was time to push- that's when it got important. Until then, I was left to writhe around on my own.
I'm looking for someone to mother me through the experience. To talk sweetly to me and encourage me while also guiding me forward. I want this person to know the birthing process as a perfect and awesome experience, not one to be dulled, feared and managed.