I've realized that Giving Birth is like Religion. You grow up believing in God because you are told there is a God, just like you are told the grass is green. And because the grass is green, there must be a God. You don't know to think any differently. And then one day you realize that you don't have to believe what you are told. You can think differently; you can believe and do what works for you. Birth is very much the same. Assisted, medicated births have sadly become the norm. It's what your mom did, your sister's did, and your friends did. Natural birth is what cave women did, but that doesn't exist anymore. If you don't know any better, then you don't know you have a choice. It took me 33 weeks to realize that the fleeting desire I once had to experience a water birth (which was quickly squashed by my OB) doesn't just have to be a fantasy. It can be a reality.
My newfound knowledge of natural birth makes me feel like that cave woman when she first created fire: like my brain has just grown a little bit. I like it.
Thank you for posting, Jenni! Wishing you a peaceful, beautiful birth.
Lynn and the MBB team
well said Kassedi! I like your term 'earthy crunchy' haha! my hubby and I refer to them as 'granolas'.