I was never against the drugs. Drugs, I thought, were for other people. For people who could tolerate long needles shoved up their spinal cords. For people who didn’t mind being confined to a bed. I didn’t have something to prove when I opted for a natural birth -- I was just deeply afraid of doctor intervention. Now, I know this makes little sense when comparing the level of pain one endures during the dreaded ring of fire -- the agonizing sensation that occurs when your baby stretches your vagina to its capacity -- but there is a difference between the fear of the unknown and the fear of needles.
I opted for the unknown.