
When I was pregnant with my first child, my obstetrician and I made a plan.
I can’t recall exactly how it came about, except that, like buying a bunch of teeny-tiny newborn socks and doing my pelvic floor exercises, it was something that was expected of me as a mother-to-be.
My birth plan wasn’t a complex one - I already knew I didn’t want a whole bunch of rules to follow but it did contain three points I perceived as non-negotiables.
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I was planning for a vaginal birth with my obstetrician at my selected hospital.
I was planning to have pain relief. (I was actually interested in planning for this one very far in advance - how soon could they administer the epidural? Should we pop one in at 35 weeks just in case?) And I planned to hold my son when he was born.
As birth plans go, mine was not complex. It didn’t involve fairy lights or candles.
There was no playlist. I didn’t specify the position I’d like to labour in, or how often I wanted to be examined.
I didn’t really care who was in the room with me or if I had access to a bath.