Here’s, the TWO sides of that “mirror”…translated…
The very first prenatal check I had found two heart beats, and after a few times, the gynecologist told me, that there was, just Strong remaining of the triplet I’d carried. I couldn’t accept that as a fact, I’d told the doctor, to let me here my child’s heartrate. But, he’d, said NO. And, I’d left the hospital, went to a nearby clinic, and made the same requests, and, this doctor allowed me to hear Strong’s heartbeat, and I’d felt, a bit, less, unsettled.
The unpleasantries of having my prenatal checks, along with my friends telling me, how they got their bodies snapped, and how they’d felt the pressures on their abdomens, along with a TON of other painful experiences, giving birth in a hospital, I’d started doubting myself: am I really, going to, have my son, in a hospital? There’s only a limited number of gynecologists in Hualien, and those with the good reputations, are booked to the fullest, and, how would I, DARE to select a gynecologist, with the bad reputations?
Thinking about how a lot of my friends had, given birth at home, and I’d, assessed, how there were, many doctors and nurses who’d had experiences in helping to bring new lives into this world in someone’s home, and with all of my bald friends accompanying, after discussing it with Daddy Strong, we’d, decided, to have a homebirth.
My steady walks, I’d done prenatal yoga too, and, massaged my body, and, met up regularly, with the midwife, prepared for the oxygen tanks…………as I’d, arrived into the latter stages of my pregnancy, I’d found that there’s not enough amniotic fluid inside of my uterus, and I’d felt nauseated, if I didn’t have sweets, and I wasn’t diagnosed with prenatal diabetes, and, before my due date, I’d gone to the hospital to get another ultrasound, and the doctor warned me, that there’s not enough amniotic fluid inside of my uterus, that if I don’t give birth now, then, there would be, dangers, and I’d, struggled hard, am I going to, have a caesarian section at the hospital now?
I’d told Strong: “if you want to be born at home, then, do come out!” that very night, I’d, gone into, labor.
In my home, Daddy Strong, Heads, the midwives, and all of my supports were there accompanying, I’d felt, safe and warm. Early next morn, Strong was born, without a breath, and everybody went into a panic, the midwife performed CPR on him, and asked my friends to call the ambulance, Strong regained his breath, the midwife told the paramedics to hold on in the living room, insisted on taking Strong to the hospital that we’d booked, and as we arrived, that after the child was born, we would get treated by the pediatrics department, and there wasn’t enough beds, and so, Strong was, lifted to another hospital, he had an insulin hike, and we’d, needed to constantly, give him sugar.
Birthing, whether it be at home or in the hospital, there’s no need to over-romanticize or over-demonize the process, we can’t know for sure, there’s, NO surest safe way to choose, life, will get carried, by life itself.
Thankfully, it’s been, two years, and, Strong was a bit slow, but, surely, he is, growing by the day, and, it’d, made us believed, that so long as we keep holding our hands tightly in the darkness, we will, see the light.
Secrets from Mommy Strong:
For those out there who want to have babies, you can have more discussion with your doctors, nurses, and midwives about your birthing plan, to find a best way to give birth according to you.
I’m sure, that the child being born, it’s a kind of choosing by the parents and children, thanks, Strong, happy second birthday!
And so, there are, many ways, that children choose to come into this world, and, there’s NO forcing it, and, this mother had, weathered through the losses of miscarrying two of her triplets, and, she’d decided, that no matter what, she was, going to, keep her last child, and she’d, given birth how she chose to, and we women SHOULD have the rights, to CHOOSE how we want to have our babies, it’s just, that sometimes, fate wouldn’t allow us to…
Life, the Obstacle Course 