Breastfeeding is a controversial topic. Some people love it, some people dislike it, and most people don't care. At least that has been my experience so far.
If there is one piece of advice I was given by everyone as I approached my due date it was, "Sleep when the baby sleeps."
I have an easier time trusting someone who has scars than someone who has unblemished skin. I'm not sure what it is, but scars tell the stories of where you've been in life. And if you've gone through life unscathed then it is likely we won't have a great deal in common.
So, you've waited the nine to ten months to greet your little one. Your body has changed in ways that you hadn't imagined it would. You've experienced things that you hadn't imagined you would before. And now it is finally time to meet your little person.
I went into my labour and delivery being afraid of the potential for a c-section. I had no plans on having one, but things don't always go as planned when you are trying to bring a small person into the world. So, as much as part of me feared the idea, the logical part of me embraced that it was a potential end to this sequence of events in my life.
As I approached my due date, everyone kept asking me if I had a birth plan. People kept inquiring if I'd talked to my doctor about how I wanted the birth to go and what things I wanted done. The more people asked me, the more I realized that I didn't have a birth plan.