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<p>Absolutely. In fact, in many instances, I would consider the interventions to be risky and mom- or doctor-centered and not necessarily in the best interest of the baby. In the US we use the most interventions, yet Canada, Europe, and Australia have the lowest maternal and infant mortality rates.</p>
<p>Bradley childbirth just made sense to me and to DH–as little drama as possible–so we went into both births armed with a birth plan that spelled out our ideal birth. DH knew that if the ideal was unattainable, all plans were off and the matter was in the hands of the doctor and staff at the hospital. This meant choosing a doctor (and partners) who was respectful of the plan was key. Ultimately, you do whatever it takes to have the desired outcome.</p>
<p>DD experienced a heart rate deceleration that mobilized one nurse to summon another who was to find the doctor; the first nurse barked orders to me to turn onto my knees while she shoved my shoulders to the mattress. Short minutes later the doctor appeared, DD’s heart rate was down, and I was declared ready to start pushing. I had gone from 5cm to 10cm dilated in a half hour, which was probably pretty stressful for DD. She was born shortly afterward after a total of 5 hours of labor, 3 of which was at the hospital. High apgar, all good.</p>
<p>With DS’s birth we had been advised to call the doctor and head for the hospital as soon as labor commenced, as my first childbirth experience portended a rapid second. We called, swung through a drive-thru for an egg mcmuffin and an orange juice (which, I realize, could be considered risky–but deal-with-able-- if anesthesia became necessary, but as a believer in the normalcy of childbirth I was fortifying for extreme exertion, not planning for disaster. When we told the L+D nurse of the food, she said, “we’ll be seeing that soon!” Nope. No problem.), and deposited DD at a friend’s (whose house was about a mile out of the way of the route to the hospital), then proceeded to the hospital. Upon examination, the doctor proclaimed, “Your at 8.5cm and can start pushing when you feel the urge. I see you don’t want an episiotomy; are you okay with tearing?” (He was my doctor’s partner–who I had met). I responded, “I am, but anything you can do to help me avoid that would be appreciated,” to which he retorted, " Firm, controlled pushing. Do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it." The doctor did peroneal massage with oil, I did as I was told, and forty-five minutes later I gave birth to DS with no episiotomy and no tearing. High apgar, all good.</p>
<p>I join Mousegray and Missypie in the 11 pounder club. DD was 9-11 and DS was 11-9.</p>