Insta-Recap – Love, Patience & Creativity

Since the mom-in-law arrived, I’ve finally been able to slow my momentum down a few levels. It’s been wonderful, but there are times when I fear the return of reality when daily life resumes. I’m trying my best to indulge without letting myself get lazy and bored. For the most part, makeup-less days, cooking romps/lessons in the kitchen, and therapeutic/steam-filled showers constitute my daily array of blisses.

I’m now halfway into my 40th week of pregnancy, and more patient/zen than I’ve ever been. With obstetric-inducing dates looming over me (I’ve been told little man must be out by the 15th), where I once felt pressure to abide by my doctors suggestion, I feel freed by rightful information. The truth is, it’s perfectly normal for women to stay pregnant well into their 42nd week (and even after!). So long as everything is monitored correctly as usual/more frequently, and there remains no urgent reason for getting the baby out of the womb environment, inductions are just another means of intervention that I’m steering clear of. I have no lust for an early end to this pregnancy due to aches, pains, or my own discomforts. Of course I want to meet my baby boy sooner rather than later, but if he is only developing more brain density and strength for the outside world in the meantime, why on earth would I deprive him of that health? I have no desire for synthetic oxytocin (pitocin) in my bloodstream – making natural labour significantly more painful, less manageable/beneficial, and more prone to further intervention.

If there is a problem (god forbid) – I’m at your mercy. If not, you better give me valid reasons for suggesting speed-ups and un-necessaries (baby being too big and placenta “possibly” not being as effective not being either of them). Thank god for my man (who by this point I’ve subjected to multiple information sources), my saviour during labour – my voice when I am too focused to speak/defend in the hospital environment I’ll be delivering in. At the end of the day, my family may be yet another number walking through the hospital ward’s doors, but we will not live with the consequences of the implied norms should we even for a moment not feel comfortable with them. Making beautiful memories sometimes takes courage and perseverance – know your rights, trust your gut, and take control of the well-being of your life (no one will do it for you).

A bit of what I’ve been up to as of late…