Sarah wants the sort of births I had. She wants to go full crunchy earth mumma, think of contractions as tightenings and pain as surges, all that privileged pseudo hippy tit that’s been around forever, but has been co-opted by white rich women. The irony of it is that these sorts of women statistically have a higher intervention rate. I breathed my babies out in water at home with zero drugs six hours after contractions started, twice. How? Mainly luck of the draw with physiology, aka dumb luck. I found labour difficult and excruciating, pushing was much better. I had a fantastic care team and I was in a low intervention setting armed with knowledge and advocates for my rights. But mainly, I was young and biologically lucky. It’s really just a Russian roulette. You can be obese and snorting crack and have an uncomplicated birth, you can be fit and strong and have complications beyond your control. But my god, I swear, she’s putting so much pressure on herself to have a birth experience that I personally do not believe she is emotionally equipped for, and that’s always going to set one up to fail, always.
(did not sit around eating donuts like other mums), I imagine she would milk the tit out of her birth, selling courses, maybe even a new ebook for pregnancy/birth even though she has zero qualifications in that area and like you said, most of these things are beyond one’s control.
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