Right.
As far as I am concerned as a mother-to-be, I DO want to live and be healthy and strong so that when it is time to deliver my twins, they will know the love of their mother, and will grow up knowing me and all that entails.
My family has had a history of bad pregnancy problems. Miscarriages, complications, trisomy 13, premature infants, very ill mothers-to-be ordered on bedrest, and a few women generations back on my mother's side died in childbirth. The threat's real. These days, it's a lot less LIKELY, and the medical technology these days is amazing.... but it's possible. And I accept that. Perfect love DOES cast out fear. I am learning that.
When it comes right down to it, if I was having severe complications and a doctor hypothetically told me that they could save me OR my precious babies, and I had to make that choice, you BET I'd be telling that doctor to do everything in his/her power to give them life. Even if it meant my death. My family, friends, physicians and the babies' father knows my stance on that, and they've agreed to honour my wishes. I don't fear death or life when I know God's the Author of it.
I just fear life and death when God isn't being honoured in either, because it's futile to live without regard for Him.
Is that an extreme position? No, I don't think so. I loved the babies the moment I knew I was pregnant. My life was no longer about me and my convenience and comfort. It became about protecting them, and keeping my babies as safe as I humanly can while I just keep walking with God.
Our lives are ultimately up to God. He gives them and He can take them... and I am trusting all three of us to Him.