Urban Parenting
Urban Parenting: Tweaking Rules
Sometimes you have to learn to revise your rules and adjust to what your reality is.
I remember when I first found out I was pregnant. I had all these grandiose ideas then. I was never into the midwife or doula thing, but I was striving for a natural birth. I had envisioned this amazing picture in my head. I’d go to term and one morning my water would break. I’d remain calm, cool and collected and start timing my contractions. I would fill my tub with warm water and weather out my labor surrounded by dimly lit candles as the soothing scent of lavender wafted through the air. My iPod would be playing peaceful music that my husband and I had spent hours picking out for our “Welcome to the World Little One” playlist. And once my contractions got closer and closer, we’d drive to the hospital, go to the delivery room and …
