During my entire pregnancy, I never felt any real contractions. I never even felt the Braxton Hicks contractions where you’re supposed to feel a tightening in the abdomen area. People would tell me that I should be happy about it because they can be uncomfortable, but I took it as a sign that my little one was still far from ready to come out. Even when my due date came, the closest thing I had come to feeling a contraction was a very mild cramping feeling. I barely noticed it though. On my due date at the doctor’s office, the doctor said I was 1-2 cm dilated and about 50% effaced. I was at this measurement for the past 2 weeks prior to this. I knew they would start bringing up induction, but since I’m all about doing things the natural way and I’m anti-Pitocin, I was going to do my best to fight it unless the baby’s condition showed otherwise. I also had another reason I wasn’t ready to be induced just yet: I knew that my due date was wrong by at least 2 weeks. Because of my history with the blocked tubes and HSG, I kept records of everything, including when the deed was done, and I knew that the earliest possible date of conception would be at least 2 weeks after my given due date. The due date they told me was impossible because that would have meant that I got pregnant BEFORE the HSG, but I was infertile at the time with two blocked fallopian tubes. Yet, most of the doctors in the practice I went to didn’t want to hear my “excuses.” Only one doctor there truly listened to me and honored my wishes to postpone induction when I was a week overdue.

Once I was a week overdue, I had to get a Non-Stress Test (NST) and ultrasound about every 3 days to make sure the baby wasn’t stressed and to make sure my amniotic fluid levels were good. The baby did excellent during these tests. Even the doctors who wanted me induced ASAP couldn’t say anything negative after seeing the results and said that the baby did actually seem to be doing great in there still. As a patient I really felt vulnerable and upset because I totally felt like my rights were being violated from being pressured by the doctors to get induced. My baby was doing excellent and I knew that my due date was wrong, so I saw no good reason to push nature just yet. Our culture has become so obsessed with rushing delivery just because of convenience, the mother’s comfort, or charts and time tables. I felt like I needed an advocate or something! So I became my own advocate and literally fought with some of the doctors. One woman said she was scheduling me for an induction for when I was 9 days overdue, but at my next appointment I had a different doctor (the one I like), and he had it changed for me, as long as I agreed to keep getting the non-stress tests. He said that I am in control of my pregnancy and that the decision is mine. He suggested that I not go more than 14 days overdue though, and that I agreed with. I said that 14 days would be my limit, unless the NST’s showed that I needed it earlier. I was still feeling great, still going to the gym, and sleeping well. Why rush something when I was obviously doing fine? I then heard about that documentary that Ricki Lake did, “The Business of Being Born,” which was about the same issues I was having! It made me feel relieved that I wasn’t the only one in America feeling this way.

My husband and I began taking Childbirth Preparation classes, aka Lamaze, which were once a week for 4 weeks. I didn’t know much about what to expect from labor except for pain, so I felt this class was pretty important to educate myself so that I’d be better prepared. On the first day of class they asked how many of us wanted a natural, drug-free, labor- I didn’t raise my hand. I didn’t know what I wanted at the time and that was part of the reason I took the class. The first class involved a lot of physical stuff like stretching and the breathing exercises that you see all the time. They also showed us different labor positions you could do, some of which are better for back pain, to speed up labor, to slow down labor, to turn a baby, etc. The second class was about our expectations about childbirth. We had to play this game, kind of like the Newleywed Game, where you see how you and the baby’s dad’s answers matched up.  One of the questions asked what would be the first song that mom sings to the baby. My husband got this correct- “Dizzy” by Ours. It’s not a baby-related song at all, depressing actually, but the music from it kind of sounds like a lullaby. Another question asked how long mom would be in labor. My husband said Two Hours. The instructors cracked up. Oh, did he have a lot to learn! 

 The class also started to talk about the different medications that are used for pain relief, inductions, and emergencies. THIS was an eye-opening class for me. I had no idea all the side effects that these drugs could cause, and how they can affect the baby during the process. I was especially concerned about the ever-so-popular labor inducing drug, Pitocin, or as I like to call it, “the Devil drug.”  I personally know at least 4 women who have been induced, only to wind up needing a C-section because of the baby’s heart rate dropping from the drug. No thank you. If I could control or prevent the chance of something bad happening to the baby, you bet I would do everything in my power to prevent it. By the time the class was over, I was convinced that I was going to have a Natural Labor. No epidural, no pain relief drugs, just breathing, meditating, focusing, and of course music. My friends laughed at me, my family didn’t understand me, and they both didn’t believe me. I’m a very headstrong person, so the fact that I felt like I was being mocked made me even more determined to have a natural birth. Who are these people to judge me? Who are they to say I can’t take the pain? I have always had a very high pain tolerance. I think it may have happened from years of dealing with severe migraines since I was 14. They would be horrible and I couldn’t open my eyes or walk when I had one, but eventually I got to the point where I hated having to depend on medicine to make me feel better, so I just stopped taking them. It was agonizing, but it made me feel like a stronger person. This is horrible, but I think it made me also start to view people who needed pain medicine as “weak,”  and this now included needing drugs for childbirth. So people laughing in my face and telling me there was no way I could go drug-free during labor pissed me off royally. Game’s on.