Some things in life are worth fighting for. I don’t always mean physically punching and kicking someone else to get your way, although I could think of a few things I’d get all “Chuck Norris” over. When I say fighting for something I mean working so hard for that thing and never giving up until you know you’ve exhausted every option available to you. But, how do you fight when you have no weapons? How do you “throw a punch” when your hands are tied behind your back, you’re blindfolded, and you’re strapped to a chair (metaphorically speaking)?
You see, I’m in a huge fight right now but my enemy is invisible, unreachable, and obscure. I’m angry, but I don’t know at whom. I’m devastated, but I can’t figure out who I should hold responsible for my devastation. The story goes like this: I want to birth my child at home. I’ve wanted to have this type of experience for almost 2 years now. I need this experience for me (long story, maybe one day I can share it and not feel like a terrible person). However, due to the upfront costs and the ridiculousness that is our healthcare system I cannot have the birth my heart, mind, and body longs for. I can’t win this battle, and I don’t know how I’ll ever resolve the battle raging within me.
Who would I pick to fight with? The insurance company? Sure, I might win a small battle over a reimbursement here or there, but they win the war. They make it so hard for women to have alternatives to the standards of care. Like I told a friend this morning, it would be easier for me to call my OB and schedule a cesarean section than it would be for me to birth this child vaginally without medical interventions. And why should they care about saving THOUSANDS of dollars, anyways, when they are greedy companies who make millions off of people like me?! Where do I throw the first punch? Would it even connect with my intended target?
Do I fight with my husband, the man who would sacrifice his whole life to give me the things I need and want? No way. Am I still, in some messed up way, a little bit mad at him because he has the unfortunate job of being the bearer of bad news? Yes. He can’t control this process either, but because he was never as excited or “on board” with the home birth process as I was, I feel like he won somehow. What kind of terrible person am I that thinks this way about the love of her life?? No, I can’t fight with him using fists or weapons. My sadness and silence is enough to break his heart, and that’s no way to win a war. After all, our marriage does not consist of game-playing (unless it’s board games) or lying. He knows I’m devastated. I know he’s devastated for me. We both lose.
Do I fight with the midwives for charging their fees? No way! They are awesome people who I wish nothing but the best towards. They have to survive and maintain a practice. Ultimately, the fees they charge are minuscule compared to the fees billed to the evil insurance company. Hindsight wishes I would have known my options sooner and tried to plan better for these expenses. Better luck next time, I say.
I guess that leaves only one more option of who I can pick a fight with: myself. I can explain why I feel so strongly about birthing at home. It has something I do with wanting the best and most joyful birth experience to help me bond with this little baby I’m carrying inside of me. The same baby that I’m having some trouble bonding with right now. Also the same baby I’m terrified about being a mother to. I feel like having the kind of birth I want/need would bond us for life because she and I did it together. Anywho, the psychology of my mind runs deep and is often too twisty-turvey to put into words. This is true, though. I will battle with myself always. Mind versus heart versus the outside world versus knowing what is versus wishing what could be, etc. This battle is sure to go on for a long, long, time. Hopefully I will come out victorious…someday.