"A birth plan is a shopping list of your fantastic bluesky desires."I'd like to disagree wiyth this.
In the birth plans I encourage people to write, we talk throuigh the best case scenario, to the worst. From their ideal, through everything they don't want to happen.
Its about staying empowered, about taking responsibility for your body and your baby and acting as a mature adult to make informed choices, rather than blindly staying at home, or going into hospital.
Many people here are talking about dead babies, but what about all the other forms of damage? The biggest thread on here at the mo is the birth trauma thread, I see more women who have PTSD after their births, or PND that they beleive was triggered by the birth. Women who struggled to bond with their babies, to feed their babies, women whose relationships have suffered, or broken down.
Women whose births remind them of abuse they have suffered in the past or rape (estimated o be 1 in 4 to 1 in 10 of all women).
Women have a right to have the type of care that can prevent damage like this happening to them, and to be angry if it does happen, because I truly beleive much of it can be prevented, when I listen to women's raumatic birth stories I ioften feel that much of what happened was preventable, and I work with them o make sure their next birth is different, not always their ideal, but not emotionally and spiritually damaging.
Speaking up and searching out good care, talking to obstetricians and midwives to make real informed choices empowers women, a birth experience where you feel you made choices and did everything in your power to protect yourself and your baby in my experience usualy leave women feeling at peace about their births and able to move \on confidently into motherhood and in the relationship with heir babies father as a strong and competent woman, rather than a traumatised woman, and this matters, to them and their children.
(More info at www.midwiferytoday.com/articles/healing_trauma.asp)
I wrote a poem about this type of birth, which I will post here, but let me first say this,
It doesn't have to be like this!
It wasn?t supposed to be like this
(c) Selina Nylander 2010
You thought, you would open up beautifully-like a flower does
warm spring air spreading your petals, slowly.
You thought, you would open up gently like an anemone,
red fronds unfurling with smooth salty ripples.
Not submit to this, four hourly ritual,
Spreading your legs wide, for relentless gloved fingers to press, into, you.
Assessing your readiness; your worthiness-
Like that boy at your fourteenth birthday party, after spinning the bottle.
You could taste your Mothers stolen vodka in your throat when he fingered you-
Biting your lip, trying not to cry out so the others would hear.
You thought, you would be wading into a deep pool of milk and honey
Like an initiate of Diana, with women anointing your head,
And fanning you with palm fronds.
You thought the Universe would be moving through you,
You?re Man kneeling in worship at your feet-
With you birthing the world anew
Not strapped down,
With them crowding round and shouting that you are useless, that you aren?t trying
-that your baby is going to die if you don?t push harder.
And the student midwife is cutting you, and the senior midwife is cutting you again
And the surgeons are hovering, and your Man?s eyes are looking on with horror,
And your baby is limp and grey and quiet?
Even after she starts to cry, her eyes are screwed tightly shut,
And she is over with the medics, not on your belly like you thought
And they are stitching you up, and you are crying, and he is crying,
And you didn?t think it would be like this.