“The only Zen you’ll find on mountaintops is the Zen you bring up there.” – Robert M. Pirsig
We’re back at the hospital. It’s my obstetrician appointment. I could swear the nurses run the show around here and the docs are merely used to ‘sign’ them off. I get my anti-D injection in the butt… and that lovely, yet controversial, GBS swab. With that pleasant send off, I’m glad I won’t be returning back here until the real event. Over the last few weeks I’ve been having all my check-ups at my local midwifery clinic. The midwife that is now looking after me is extremely confident, strong in her views, and has a wickedly dry sense of humour that puts me at ease. I could see how she could easily be misunderstood (not that I think she’d care anyway). I also have a sweet student midwife who will follow me all the way through from now on.
At my first visit at the clinic a few weeks back, one of the initial questions she asked me was “so… birth plan?” I could feel this was a loaded question. I already had my response rehearsed and it went exactly like this… “I don’t have a birth plan. I just want a healthy baby. I trust that you are the professionals…” and that “no, I will not be attending antenatal classes”. I could see the joy on her face with each word that fell from my mouth. I was waiting for the streamers to descend from the ceiling. I think she likes me. Little did she, nor the rest of the world know, that of course I have a birth plan. OK, it had nothing to do with Zen candles or music, but I did have the whole scenario planned out in my head for months now. I am a research enthusiast, remember. I read all about the drugs, the aids, interventions and outcomes… and technically I’ve already given birth before, even though I’m sure it will be rather different this time.
Everything I read, including those ‘birth stories’ found in my parenting magazine subscription, all spoke of the wonders of natural childbirth. At first, I tried to figure out what the big obsession was with it? But the more I read, the more I become seduced by the idea. How Zen. How empowering. How rewarding. How inspiring. How strong. How fulfilling. How admirable. I am woman… hear me roar! I’m built for this. This is my biological design. I will fulfil it. If you want something enough, you’ll get it. I have this in the bag… watch me. (Please note: time travelling stinky wet fish face slap should be due about now, but this comes later). Even though I know what I want and have an expectation of how things will play out, I find myself constantly in two minds. In reality, I don’t trust my body. It’s failed me before and I have no doubt that it may fail me again. I need some of this ‘woman power’ and ‘Zen’ they all keep talking about.
Wait, does it come in tablet form?
During this time, the nurse also checks the position of little man. Oh. My. What a sensation. Ok, breathe in and hold. I didn’t know you could literally grab the baby through your skin… Well at least I now know that it’s a bum and head that keeps poking through my stomach. Baby is transverse, but she assures that there is plenty of time for him to move.
My regular check-ups continue with the same ritual; blood pressure, baby heart rate and FMF (which is still the most excruciatingly anxious minutes waiting for the monitor to find that rhythmic thudding), fundal height measured, position assessed and I’m weighed.
I laugh hysterically at every ‘weigh-in’. I’m so hungry all the time that hubby has actually resorted to making extras at dinner time to appease the need for my double dinner intake. I don’t know why everyone warned me about your decreased appetite during the third trimester. My hunger is insatiable! So much for only needing an extra glass of milk a day for additional calories… I must be growing an army in there. I’ve eaten my way to a 20kg surplus. That’s got to be all baby, right?! Maybe I should save the wet fish face slapping for another time. There’s a high chance I might actually eat it.
With that said, I’m hungry. Maybe I’ll find that Zen at the back of the fridge somewhere.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”