My Birth Wish List

This would have been much more annoying than it is, but I am trying to stay open and not try to control what is beyond my control. That’s why I don’t call it a “birth plan.” (Who really thinks they can “plan” for this?) But I did make a Wish List so that, even if we don’t follow it to the letter, my caregivers can at least understand who I am: a literate hippie who has done extensive research and knows that I don’t have to do anything just for convenience, even if I’m having twins.

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I am SO grateful to be delivering with the world-renowned UCLA team! I have had a very active, mindful, meditative pregnancy, and would love for the birth of the twins to be an extension of that. After nine months of research, thought, and discussion, I’d like to share my goals for labor and delivery. I understand that these are wishes and not guarantees, but I trust my birth team to help me achieve the most peaceful, natural birth possible, and for this I thank you in advance!

General Requests:

  • If induction is deemed necessary, I request that the pitocin be administered following the “low dose” protocol and increased in intervals spaced out enough to allow my body an appropriate amount of time to adjust and react to each dose increase.
  • I would like to decline routine IV prep upon admission.
  • If it is necessary to move to the OR for the “pushing” phase, I request that the staff does everything in its power to retain the calm atmosphere from the labor room to make sure this transition is minimally stressful or scary.

During Labor and Delivery, Here are my requests:

  • A relatively quiet atmosphere with dim lighting and only the presence of necessary medical staff, my husband, and doula.
  • Ability to walk, move around, and use shower, wear my own gown, and play soft music
  • Only necessary staff present.
  • To drink and, if needed, eat lightly
  • To have only intermittent fetal monitoring, unless for a medical emergency
  • Not to be pressured into an epidural if I don’t want it.
  • To be fully apprised and consulted before any medical procedure
  • To labor in positions of my choosing. (No stirrups, please!)
  • No Episiotomy unless dire emergency.
  • Cord to be allowed to finish pulsating before it is clamped
  • To have skin-to-skin contact immediately after Twin A is born, then to wait for contractions to restart naturally for Twin B. When these begin I’d like my husband to hold Twin A for skin-to-skin contact.
  • Allow placentas to exit body naturally, and take placentas home (will sign waiver)

For Babies, I request:

  • Babies to stay with mother at all times
  • No bottles: breastfeeding only
  • Delayed bath so vernix might be absorbed, bathe with pure water only (no soap)
  • Delayed Eye Ointment and Vitamin K until babies have had ample skin-to-skin time

If Cesarean Birth is Necessary, we request:

  • Kai and our Doula be present at all times during procedure.


Again, thank you so much, and know that we are flexible, should any of these requests truly interfere with the safety of our birth.
                      

With gratitude,

Ginger

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New Due Date: July 26th

I haven’t been writing because, like I said, I can’t feel my fingers  (among other issues). But I know that if I don’t at least keep this blog moderately updated, my babies will be here and I will have missed the chance to truly capture what it was like to be pregnant. So I’m typing with ghost fingers, and I keep accidnetally hitring teh wonrg bittons.

I can’t believe I’m here, but it’s 37 weeks, and I have been given one more week before the docs have scheduled an induction. Next Wednesday, July 26, unless they come early or I decide to wait a little longer, I will meet my children. This sounds absolutely made-up to me, and I have mixed feelings. On one hand, I am SO EXCITED! I can’t wait to see their little faces and cuddle them and talk to them and name them and feed them and be amazed at how much love is in my life! I can’t wait to feel my fingers again, and lose a ton of weight immediately, and have normal-sized feet, and be able to walk without my whole body hurting, give my husband a full-frontal hug, sleep without all these pillows, lie on my back comfortably, have a cold, frosty IPA, and go surfing again!

However…I don’t want an induction. I don’t want a painful, pitocin-induced birth that will most likely lead to an epidural, though hopefully not any other medical interventions. I want these babies to pick their own birthday; I don’t want to pick it for them! Especially when I know they’re thriving and healthy. So babies, I plead, please come out this week on your own. Because here’s the thing: as much as I don’t want to be induced, I can’t take much more of this pregnancy. I can’t take much more of lying on the couch watching Netflix like an invalid, then forcing myself to get some sort of exercise for an hour or two, which is miserably interrupted every eight minutes by my need to pee. I need my body back, and I am not as patient as I’d like to be. So if the docs say 38 weeks is the end, I am leaning toward saying, “sounds good.”

In some ways, this pregnancy has zoomed by like a falling star. But this past couple weeks, it has felt as interminable as a visit to the DMV. All the physical ailments are torture enough, but I think the worst part for me is the mental incapacity. I can literally think of nothing else but these babies. I have no desire to work on any projects or meet up with anyone, because my brain doesn’t have the ability to squeeze in any concerns but pregnancy and labor and newborns, and I am aware at how paint-dryingly boring that is. It’s hard when anyone tries to make a plan with me because I know the babies might decide to come any time. My attention span is crap, because I read three pages or watch ten minutes of something before realizing that I need to add a few items to my hospital bag or clean out a shelf to make room for bibs. It feels endless and mind-numbing to be where I am (or, I’m sure, to hang out with me).

So pardon me, I’m sure I’ll be a person again someday, but for now I’m off to drink my raspberry leaf tea, take a two-mile walk, have lustless sex, and then go get some acupuncture in hopes of naturally inducing labor.