All day long, I've been struggling with what to post. Since the reinvention of my journal, I've generally tried to keep my topics limited to avoid the long, rambling style that I previously engaged in. It feels somehow more organized to have one specific target in mind when I write these days
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Honestly, the way I feel about it, there are only a handful of people I trust in the room with me. I love my father, but he gently told me that while he was willing to be there for me if it's what I wanted, he wasn't overly enthusiastic about seeing me in a lot of pain. Which I understand--he'd rather be playing cards with me when the birth is over.
Ideally, the people I'd have in the hospital room with me would be completely in support of my decisions and make sure that they're defended. I trust B to do it, but both his mom and mine have already expressed their lack of comfort and support for the natural birthing option, so that makes me somewhat unhappy, all the other issues notwithstanding. Seriously, annoying.
That being said, you've got a good solution to consider as well, if I really want to play the, "Dad, I know this isn't an idea you're wild about, but I really need you here."
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