I planned to create a safe space to have a natural childbirth in a hospital by limiting who would be in the room while I gave birth, wearing my own clothes, and setting the right tone.
Having A Natural Birth In A Hospital
My doula often compares giving birth to having sex. Having people looking at my naked body while telling me to “try and relax“ and “I need you to change positions” was just about the furthest thing from romance I could imagine. All I could think of was how scared I was to birth my son.
The pain didn’t scare me but the idea of strangers staring at my naked body was terrifying.
I asked my midwife a lot of questions about my hospital’s policies: from being able to wear my own clothes to what women wore while laboring in the bathtub. I wanted to focus on my body in a positive way rather than worrying about what I looked like.
This for me was a “safe space.” I wanted to feel confident rather than vulnerable.
Selecting the people I would invite to the labor and delivery room was a struggle. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone but also had to focus on my needs as well. While I adore my mother-in-law, being naked in front of her was not within my comfort zone.
I even questioned having my own mother in the room but I decided I wanted her there.
Also, we were delivering our son at a teaching hospital. When they asked if I would be okay with having a medical student assist with my son’s delivery, I declined. This definitely was not part of my safe space blueprint and it’s okay to say NO.
While I only had my doula, husband, and mom as my birth team (along with one nurse and my midwife), after almost sixteen hours of labor I no longer cared who was going to see me naked when it came time to deliver my son.
The entire cast of Grey’s Anatomy could’ve been in the room, let alone that one medical student or my mother-in-law, and I wouldn’t have cared.
With that said, I was glad I had limited the people present during labor because I didn’t stop to think about what I looked like in whatever position I was in.
When it came to what to wear during labor and delivery I wanted a cute and yet comfortable short cotton dress. Target had just what I was looking for. Once we arrived at the hospital I was told I had to wear their gown.
Thankfully my doula immediately spoke up for me. The admitting nurse made a snooty comment about how my clothes would get filthy. She was right; the dress we had fought for didn’t make it more than a few hours into labor because I vomited all over it.
Thankfully I was wearing a tank top with a built-in bra underneath and that was perfect! It gave me some modesty, didn’t feel restrictive, and was comfortable.
I wasn’t wearing anything besides that tank top for the duration of my son’s birth. My loving birth team always helped me to cover up with a towel or sheet and that was just what I needed to feel secure.
The last part of my plan for creating a safe space to birth was setting the right tone.
Our doula suggested we create music playlists. Our son came early so I hadn’t finished editing my playlists. At one point there were a bunch of nursery songs playing and I remember thinking, “make this stop” but couldn’t vocalize it. Our doula read my mind and switched to a playlist she knew I’d enjoy.
Thanks to her, music ended up being a key element during the delivery of our son. I was able to tune out everyone in the room and just enjoy the music between contractions. Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah and Nina Simone’s Feeling Good will forever flash me back to my son’s birth.
Another way we attempted to create the right tone was with aromatherapy.
I had selected “Ocean Breeze” and “lavender” but they never even made it out of the hospital bag. While I was laboring in the tub a nurse asked if it was okay to spray some cedar oil essential oil.
The natural scent was perfect and is now another way for me to relive my birth experience.
I had done what I could to create a safe space for birth so when it came time to deliver my son I gave birth in the position pictured below.
This position was perfect for me since I wanted some modesty and I’m plus size.
Being on my knees didn’t leave me feeling exposed and I didn’t experience the discomfort I would have by laying on my back with my feet held up. The only face I could see was my husband’s and that was romantic!
There was a sheet covering my body between contractions until right before my son was born.
In the end, my doula was right and giving birth is like having sex in many ways. It doesn’t matter if you’re plus size or otherwise; if you’re not comfortable it won’t be enjoyable.
However, if everything falls into place just right, it can be the most freeing and exhilarating moment of your life.
I was so glad I did my best to create a safe place for me to be able to let go and embrace my body!
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