I don't feel scared or worried. I've worked through the majority of my fears, and the fears I have left are the ones that no one can resolve for me- currently it's, what if my baby is born with an undetected defect that needs immediate medical attention? (I know someone whose daughter was born with her bladder outside of her body, but it wasn't detected by u/s. She was born by repeat c-section, and her mom was told that if it had been a vaginal delivery and not in that hospital with an awesome NICU that the baby would have died).
I know that's silly, because if I wasn't UCing I'd be having a homebirth with a midwife so that fear is... well, stupid. "Bad stuff" would happen either way.
But some days i am 100% committed to UC- excited and planning and dreaming- then other days I'm like, "nah, I'll just go to the hospital." Then a few days later I choke on my morning tea and go, "WTF am I thinking? HOSPITAL?!?!?" I hate and am terrified of hospitals. This is not an option unless it's an emergency situation. NOT. HAPPENING.
Then last week I met with a midwife who is willing to be my phone-call support for the UC, if I need her, and she said that it's possible she could support me, as a midwife, if I deliver somewhere other than my home- hospital in another province, hotel, whatever.
So for a little I was thinking, "hey, we'll just do that."
And then my heart (or gut? Or something?) kicked in and i felt so sad over the loss of my private, at home UC that I've since rejected the idea of having the baby elsewhere.
I think my husband is getting confused. I keep saying, "hey, I'd love to have this for our UC!" and he looks at me sideways and goes, "I thought you said we were having him in the hospital?" Oh right. I said that, didn't I?
Where is this coming from? I thought working through my fears would be the hardest part, but other than totally random unavoidable acts of God I don't really have any. They were worked through ages and ages ago. So how do I make this stop? My husband is confused, and if it keeps up it feels like my head is going to mutiny along with it!
I know that's silly, because if I wasn't UCing I'd be having a homebirth with a midwife so that fear is... well, stupid. "Bad stuff" would happen either way.
But some days i am 100% committed to UC- excited and planning and dreaming- then other days I'm like, "nah, I'll just go to the hospital." Then a few days later I choke on my morning tea and go, "WTF am I thinking? HOSPITAL?!?!?" I hate and am terrified of hospitals. This is not an option unless it's an emergency situation. NOT. HAPPENING.
Then last week I met with a midwife who is willing to be my phone-call support for the UC, if I need her, and she said that it's possible she could support me, as a midwife, if I deliver somewhere other than my home- hospital in another province, hotel, whatever.
So for a little I was thinking, "hey, we'll just do that."
And then my heart (or gut? Or something?) kicked in and i felt so sad over the loss of my private, at home UC that I've since rejected the idea of having the baby elsewhere.
I think my husband is getting confused. I keep saying, "hey, I'd love to have this for our UC!" and he looks at me sideways and goes, "I thought you said we were having him in the hospital?" Oh right. I said that, didn't I?
Where is this coming from? I thought working through my fears would be the hardest part, but other than totally random unavoidable acts of God I don't really have any. They were worked through ages and ages ago. So how do I make this stop? My husband is confused, and if it keeps up it feels like my head is going to mutiny along with it!







