It’s 2017 and I am no longer playing defense.
I wrote 348-page laminated birth plans signed by me and the doctor.
Categorized. Indexed. Color-coded.
Bindered for each staff member like a conference packet.
I was gestational-diabetic this time (a condition that never left afterward),
(though diet-controlled and unmedicated of my own volition, thank you very much)
but even so — the new hospital treated me with respect.
Let me labor naturally.
Honored every line of my birth plan.
My fourth son arrived full-term, wonderfully overdue, and beautifully ready at over 7 lbs.
It was the most collaborative medical experience of my life.