New Life Birth Center recently attended the Huddle Up Moms’ community exchange event, featuring a great panel discussion about what it means and looks like for women to advocate for themselves in their birth space, work place, doctor’s office, and relationships. . .
As families are rushing to lock in their 2022 health care plans before open enrollment closes on December 15, it may be particularly important for women of childbearing age to investigate how or whether their health insurance providers will cover the type of care they desire in case of pregnancy.
Riding in the back of a rickety ambulance while mostly naked, feverish, still having contractions–it was an agonizingly slow 30 minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything in my life more than to be out of that ambulance. . .
All the other kids in our family were born in a hospital, and those were all vaginal births. In my case, the only child born by c-section started at a birth center with a midwife. . .
After the c-section they rolled me into another room and, an hour later, they brought my baby to me. An hour after birth, I finally got to hold my daughter against my chest and really look at her face. . .
I didn’t want this c-section, but now they were rolling me into the surgical suite. . .
After over an hour of pushing, this baby had not budged whatsoever. There should have been some kind of progress if there were going to be any. The c-section appeared to be my only and last resort. . .
It was never supposed to happen this way. It was the worst case scenario. I was the five percent, the 1 in 20. I knew it was possible it would go like this, but I had placed my bets according to probability- according to the statistics. It wasn’t likely, but here I was. . .
There I was, laying mostly naked on an ambulance stretcher in a white room full of fluorescent lights at the hospital. Every two minutes or so I would yell for about a minute through another strong contraction with a crowd of doctors and medical students standing by. . .