This morning I woke up with a thought about my upcoming birth: I have been secretly visualizing the moment.
The thought that I focused on this morning, was: how horrible it is to birth in a hospital. Yes, to me it is. Why? Because it is such a strange, unfamiliar, unfriendly, uncomforting place to hold such a big & meaningful event in my life.
The ambiance, with its bare pale white walls, high, small, box-shaped windows (almost like prison), beeps and clicks of machinery and distant doors shutting and opening; bringing no warmth or comfort; staff engulfed in 'duty'.
Writing like this, I am driving myself into a HB.
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