I’m not here to stir up (or stirrup, as the case may be…) controversy about epidurals during childbirth.
We all know that every woman is different and every labor is different. I was lucky enough to have a choice in planning my birth experience, although — wouldn’t ya know — things didn’t turn out quite the way I’d planned.
With both my deliveries, I endured several hours of labor before I was deemed eligible for pain relief. During my first daughter’s birth, it proved a hinderance. During my second daughter’s birth, it served its purpose well.
Still…to medicate or not to medicate? That, indeed, is the question.
Many of my friends
hold fast the belief
that pharmacological relief
Their advice I heeded,
but in the end
the reassuring thought
of enduring with naught
the spinal shot?
©2009 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz
I’m not ashamed to admit I went in to deliver my second BEGGING for the epidural, because I learned with the first one that they will take their sweet ass time bringing it to you if you don’t.
I honestly don’t know why anyone would choose pain when pain elimination is an option. But I’m a wuss that way.
p.s Great poem.
I got an epidural for all 3 births and am NOT ashamed of it. It was my choice to make and I’d do it again, if I were to do it again.
I briefly thought about going natural for the last one until I remember the size of a babies head compared to my girly parts.