I’ve been cultivating this theory for a while that you learn an important life lesson while your in labour, be it a homebirth, emergency c-section or anything in between.
With Hudson I learned tenacity. I had to fight hard for his birth. I was hounded, cajoled all but forced into a repeat c-section, but I knew I wanted that all elusive VBAC, and I had folks around me that I could trust. And I did. I had my VBAC.
With Mazarine I learned grace. This was tough. I knew that if I started to panic I would lose my calm and I knew I would fail to progress and I’d end up in the hospital– again. So I had to stay calm, and folks, when there is a baby trying to exit your body, it’s hard to stay calm. I think I may have mentioned it, but golly it hurts! A lot! Anyhow, calm. Somehow I managed it. Grace.
Now I know this is super cheesy, but I so believe it. Not to say I am the calmest person oozing with grace, or that I am the most determined person out there. But I do think that these giant life changing events do teach you things.
I’m curious, what do you think you learned in your labour(s)?