For all interested parties, my birth story:http://www.mothering.com/discussions...d.php?t=210210
It's really long so I decided to make it a thread in the Birth Stories forum. I had written in down in my journal, but this is the first time I'd ever typed it up.
I don't discuss UC in the birth story; I just relate my experience of the birth as I remember it. As far as how I came to UC, that story begins before my birth. I had planned a UC during the beginning of my first pregnancy. I bought LS's UC book, the G. White (I think) Emergency Childbirth Handbook, and became a member of the C-Birth Yahoo group. The feeling that birth is not a medical event that I shared with freebirthers was really important to me, as was my faith that my body was created to give birth (normally).
The main obstacle I had to overcome in attempting to UC was finding a birth partner. If you read my birth story, you will notice that my husband is absent for much of the birth (i.e. not in the room). Since we observe the Jewish laws of niddah/family purity, he was not able to touch me or see me undressed etc. after I had the bloody show. I knew that this would be a factor in my birth, and as a first time mom, I felt I needed *someone* to give hands-on support during the labor. I asked my most crunchy friend to be my UC birth partner, and at first I thought she would be okay with it. Then she started to say things like, "I would feel horrible if something happened." Obviously, this wasn't the type of support I was seeking.
Eventually, I decided to find a midwife to attend my birth. I felt that if I was going to have a stranger at my birth, I might as well choose a midwife (I don't feel that way anymore...). This solved my birth partner dilemma, and allowed me to ignore some fears I had surrounding UC.
One of my fears was of tearing. Even though I knew there were options for healing tears a home (keeping legs together, Dermabond glue, etc.), I was afraid of a deep tear or that I wouldn't know how deeply I'd torn. I'd also read stories of women who UCed then went in for repairs (sounds like a car, lol) and the doc sewed them up incorrectly, as "punishment" for Ucing. That added to my fear. (If you read my birth story, you'll see I didn't tear, so there goes that fear for me.
Well, I can't think of any other fears right now, that was the main one.
Also, I think I had a need to "do the pregnancy thing" that women do in Western culture today. You know, having prenatals, being weighed, etc. as a cultural rite of passage. As if I wouldn't have experienced pregnancy if I hadn't done those medical routines.
As far as reflecting on my birth experience, overall I'd say it was very good. My midwives were really respectful of my feelings and body. I thought of not calling them once I was in labor as long as I was handling everything okay, but once I accepted my midwife as a birth partner, I couldn't just leave her out of the loop. I liked her and I wanted someone to tell I had lost my mucus plug, etc. I just went with the flow from there.
The main thing I don't understand about my birth was the importance of concentrated pushing. I really just wanted to rest during the times when I pushed. I think I could have just waited and rested until either I felt a strong urge to push or my body just naturally moved by baby out. Why such a rush?
Another thing I could do without is the monitoring of my diet during pregnancy. I am veg (am now vegan, during my pg I was 98% vegan), and I gained about 22 lbs with my dd's pregnancy. She was 6 lbs. 13 oz. (the same as I weighed at birth), so I know I ate enough, but my midwives were always trying to get me to eat more, analyzing my protein intake (yeah, you know, veggies must not eat enough protein...). Then when I'd eat more protein foods, she'd tell me I wasn't eating enough fruits and veggies. Too many food diaries...
Anyway enough rambling for one post, I think!