Natural Childbirth and Why I Look Forward to Doing It Again

I was working on a draft on a different topic which deviated from faith and focused more on financial matters.  I had something saved from yesterday and I was adding more to it this morning when suddenly my computer totally powered down with no warning.  How weird!  When I came back to the site, the draft was totally gone.  So, I took it as a sign that I need to write about a different topic: Childbirth and Faith.

As I mentioned in my last post, I prefer to birth naturally.  What do I mean by this?  I realize that some people use the term natural just to indicate a vaginal birth.  To me, natural means no drugs unless absolutely medically necessary.  I politely refuse any pain medication or medication to induce labor.  Unfortunately, I will actually have to be on an antibiotic during this upcoming labor because I tested positive for Strep B.  Since this is medically necessary to protect my baby from getting a harmful infection, I am okay with this, just a bit disappointed.

So, why do I birth naturally? ¬†Is it because I was a Division I athlete who has run a couple marathons and wants to prove how tough I am? ¬†Ok, if I answer no I’d probably be lying just a teeny tiny bit. ¬†(At least I’m honest.) ¬†Seriously though, it’s not about proving anything in an egotistical sense. ¬†It’s much more than that. ¬†For me it’s more about proving that it CAN be done. ¬†Ladies, we were built to do this!!! Here’s a little more on why I initially chose to birth naturally with my first child. ¬†I could talk about this topic forever, but I’ll try to keep my reasons brief.

  • My mom did it naturally¬†and frankly, I wanted to know what the fuss was all about. ¬†Was it really as painful as she claimed it was? ¬†(I did find that the answer was yes, by the way.) ¬†I think I wanted to have a shared experience with her and fully know what she went through to bring me into the world.
  • I wanted control. ¬†Yes, I’m a bit of a control freak. ¬†When I learned that you cannot walk around once you are given an epidural, I knew that it was not for me. ¬†I wanted to be in control of my body for birth and with every medical intervention during birth, you lose a little more control.
  • I was more scared of that big needle going into my spine¬†than of the pain of childbirth. ¬†I absolutely hate having my blood drawn or getting an IV. ¬†So, why in the world would I want an anesthesiologist putting that gigantic needle into my spine?
  • I wanted to prevent complications.¬† I have a friend who had a horribly debilitating spinal headache following the birth of her first child because of an epidural. ¬†You have enough to deal with when you have a new baby. ¬†Who wants a spinal headache to go with it all? ¬†I was also, admittedly, brainwashed by the documentary¬†The Business of Being Born. ¬†I guess it just¬†made sense to me that pitocin, the labor inducing drug, caused more painful contractions which then caused women to opt for an epidural. ¬†The documentary also showed the possible link between increased use of these drugs and the increased frequency of caesarean section. ¬†Ultimately, I really really wanted to prevent a C-section to avoid major surgery and the long recovery time that went with it. ¬†Also, supposedly, even for vaginal birth, your recovery time is quicker if you opt for no pain medication.
  • I believed we were made to do this. ¬†Women have been giving birth for thousands of years and the medical interventions that take place today are so new. ¬†I wanted to experience birth in the way that, not only my mother, but many women before her had experienced it. ¬†And in a sense, this is another instance of wanting to trust God’s design. ¬†He designed the female body to give birth. ¬†I liked the notion that, under normal circumstances, He knew what He was doing when he made my body and if all was going well with my pregnancy, I would be able to birth with no intervention.
  • It could¬†save money. ¬†Less interventions, less drugs = Less money that my insurance company and I could potentially¬†pay out.

My last reason came about after I actually went through two natural births:

  • Including my husband. ¬†Drugs or no drugs, a husband can obviously be involved in childbirth. ¬†The extent to which he is involved is of course limited by the fact that he cannot actually give birth. ¬†However, if you are not relying on pain medication, there are additional opportunities to rely on your husband for¬†encouragement and support, both physically and mentally. ¬†For my husband and for me, this made giving birth a very intimate experience in a special way.

I’ll leave it at that. ¬†That’s as brief as I can be.

My first and second birth experiences were amazing.  Birth in any form, no matter how you experience it, is just incredible.  This new little person is suddenly in the world!  But, yes, without the pain medication, it did hurt.  So, why am I looking forward to experiencing this crazy intense physical challenge again?   Because this time, I have a greater faith.

During my previous birth experiences, I know that I cried out to God in some form or another. ¬†“Oh God, this hurts.” ¬†But, I don’t know if I really prayed. ¬†I had practiced many different forms of secular meditation and knew how to breathe¬†the right way. ¬†I had even practiced a little hypnosis and had established¬†a “peace word” that, when whispered in my ear by my husband, was supposed to bring me into a calm state of both mind and body. ¬†I had practiced how to relax all of my muscles so that all of my energy would go to where it was needed, my uterus.

What had I not practiced in preparation for the two previous births?  Prayer.

I don’t know how, but I know that this birth is going to be so different because of prayer. ¬†That’s why I look forward to it. ¬†I do not expect to avoid pain entirely just by praying to Jesus. ¬†(Jesus, if a painless experience IS your will, I will happily accept it!) ¬†But rather, I expect to be graced with a better ability to handle whatever physical challenges come my way. ¬†And that gives me a new confidence in the days leading up to this next birth.

During this past year of renewing my faith and learning more about Catholicism, I became acquainted with the Divine Mercy Chaplet. ¬†I will delve into this topic more at another time, but I did want to mention that along with the Rosary, I plan to use the Divine Mercy Chaplet in some form during labor. ¬†One of the messages of Divine Mercy is to trust in the mercy of Jesus. ¬†While I may not be able to say the whole chaplet during labor, I will try to remember to repeat “Jesus I trust in you” to myself if and when challenges arise. ¬†I will fully trust in His mercy.

In addition to praying directly to Jesus, I will also be asking the Blessed Mother and all of the saints to pray for me to have a safe and less painful childbirth.  Specifically I will be asking for the intercession of St. Gerard and St. Felicity who are both patron saints of expectant mothers.  (And of course I will also be praying for the health of my baby boy!  That should go without saying, I suppose.)

One thing that I truly enjoy about the Catholic faith is how objects are used to remind us of our faith. ¬†For example, we have the Rosary beads to help guide us through prayer. ¬†There are medals of Saints that we wear or carry to remind us of people of faith who have gone before us. ¬†These Saints will pray for us if only we ask. ¬†I plan to have some of these religious items with me in the birthing room. ¬†I will be wearing a Divine Mercy bracelet and bringing along my grandfather’s Rosary beads. ¬†Both will be visual reminders for me to pray. ¬†I also have a special necklace that I will wear, given to me by a dear friend whom I met on a retreat last year. ¬†The necklace, which my friend wore during the birth of her second child, holds a Divine Mercy Medal and a Miraculous Medal. ¬†The Miraculous Medal will help remind me not only of the incredible power of the Blessed Mother’s intercessory prayers, but also of the struggles that Mary must have gone through while pregnant and giving birth. ¬†I mean, she was riding a donkey for days when she was nine months pregnant. ¬†I had a hard time just sitting in a chair for two hours trying to watch Frozen on Ice with my husband and kids!

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Divine Mercy bracelet
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This is the necklace from my friend. The medal on the left is the Divine Mercy Medal. The medal on the right is the Miraculous Medal.

And one final thing to touch on before I actually give birth: redemptive suffering. ¬†Redemptive suffering is another interesting topic that requires a post of its own. ¬†From what I understand, and I’m still learning, redemptive suffering is the act of offering up your own suffering to help save the souls of others. ¬†It gives your own suffering a bigger meaning or purpose. ¬†I hope I remember to think about this when I’m feeling pain.

People ask me if I’m scared to give birth this time around. ¬†I can honestly say that I am not. ¬†Now that I have God and faith as a part of my “birth plan”, what is there to fear?

And…cue the music…

“Be not afraid.

I go before you always;

Come, follow me,

And I will give you rest.”

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How God used a Smartphone to “Call” Me

I used to commute from my rural/suburban small city to the downtown hub of a major U.S. city three times a week for a part time job.  I drove to the train station, rode a commuter train for about an hour and ten minutes, and then walked another fifteen minutes to my office building.  Door-to-door, the entire commute was approximately an hour and a half each way.  If there was inclement weather or an accident of some sort, the commute could be a frustrating two to three hours.

My commute was a huge challenge for me mostly because, at the time, I was a mother of a toddler and an infant. ¬†Even though I only worked three days a week, I felt a lot of stress. ¬†Due to my commute, my work day kept me out of the house for twelve¬†hours. ¬†I was also a nursing mom. ¬†In addition to my laptop,¬†I also lugged my Medela pump kit including bottles and pumping accessories to and from work. ¬†When you are a commuter with crowded city blocks to walk, that’s a lot to carry. ¬†I had a heavy load and not just in the physical sense.

I desperately wanted to be at home with my kids during their early years of life. ¬†I felt like I was starting to lose my mind a little bit, losing hope. ¬†I think it was upon the suggestion of my mother that I had downloaded a bible onto my Nook. I tried to remember to read it on my commute into the city in an effort to reduce my stress and help me pray for help in dealing with my situation. ¬†I felt a little lost just reading the bible. ¬†I didn’t have any direction. ¬†I didn’t always remember what I read. ¬†Despite all of that, I thought it was still worthwhile. ¬†And so, I carried on in my bible reading efforts.

One Sunday after mass, we were sitting in the community room with fellow parishioners, eating donuts. ¬†A group of older couples all had their smart phones out and were discussing apps. ¬†My husband and I exchanged glances. ¬†We didn’t even have smart phones and were shocked at how technologically advanced these senior parishioners were. ¬†They were talking about an app called Laudate, an app that housed all sorts of Catholic goodies. ¬† The feature that stood out to me was the interactive rosary. ¬†I could not remember the last time I prayed the rosary and I wasn’t sure I remembered how. ¬†With this app, however, I wouldn’t need to remember how to pray the rosary because the magical little app walked you through the whole devotion. ¬†How intriguing.

Although I did not have a smart phone, ¬†I did have an ipod touch. ¬† When we got home from church that day I promptly downloaded Laudate. ¬†I began to pray the rosary during some of my commutes. ¬†I would like to say that I did this during every commute, but that would not be the truth. ¬†Perhaps once a week would be more accurate.¬† I didn’t know it at the time, but as I look back I see that this new devotion to the Blessed Mother was the start of something bigger. ¬†Looking back, I realize that the commute that I thought was the biggest cross in my life turned out to be a kind of blessing. ¬†It gave me the quiet, alone time that I needed to be able to pray the rosary. ¬†I now know that this was a turning point in my life. ¬†Without really realizing it, I had invited Mary into my heart and my life began to take a new direction.

Mary leads people to her son, Jesus. ¬†And that’s really the point of the rosary. ¬†If you’re not Catholic, you might think that praying the rosary is a crazy way to worship Mary. ¬†It’s actually really just a way to ask Mary to pray for you and a tool to help you meditate on the life of her son. ¬†I believe that when I started to pray the rosary on those train rides, something started to change in my life. ¬†After several months of praying on the train, I had a renewed hope and the beginning of a deeper faith. ¬†Mary’s intervention in my life helped to¬†jumpstart¬†my¬†desire to have a relationship with¬†Jesus. ¬†It’s so true that God works in mysterious ways. ¬†Who would have thought that He would reach me through a Smartphone?