A list of my birth preferences, in no particular order:
Essential oil diffusers alternating between Cinnabon™ and whatever the scent my hairstylist uses for that “final touch” spritz.
A looped recording of my therapist calling me a “goddess warrior,” playing every hour on the hour over the PA system.
My husband at peak wit and humor. I want the nurses to question whether they’ve entered a birthing suite or a comedy show whenever they come to check on us.
Full hair and makeup. And for my sweat glands to take a vacation day or two.
Gallons of Sprite on ice. If I can only drink clear liquids then I better get the good stuff.
Labor playlist: Taylor Swift The Eras Tour (Taylor’s Version) on Disney+ playing on a 77” TV screen (no less).
Pushing playlist: The Ramsey Show podcast intro on repeat.
Only bath towels from the Fairmont Orchid should be used.
If the baby needs light therapy please set the light bulb color to PANTONE 13-1023 Peach Fuzz. We’d like to start educating him early on design trends.
Absolutely everyone in the room insisting that this is the cutest baby they’ve ever seen in their lives, including their own.
In all seriousness, I’m just beaming after a daylong birthing class and hospital tour. I recognize I’m one of the rare and lucky ones to feel so at peace with the hospital environment, policies, and practitioners who will be with us during labor and delivery. I really couldn’t ask for more 🩵