9jawife
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**No offense intended to those who have had elected c-sections or are happy about their c-section. I know everyone is different. For me, my c-section was definitely traumatic.**
Hi all. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind. I'm still trying to make sense of the birth of my son, Jayden. I believe I have post-traumatic stress of some sort, if not full blown PTSD. I was blessed with an uncomplicated pregnancy. I loved being pregnant. Everyone remarked how beautiful and happy I looked, and I was. I was looking forward to an easy birth. I invested in hypnosis for childbirth classes with my husband which reinforced the idea that birth was "safe and natural", and my body would just "know what to do." So when my water broke on 7/23 and labor didn't start for 12 hours, I started to wonder what was wrong with me. I happened to have a Midwife appointment booked that day, so she said to come in and get checked. I was only 1 cm dilated-not good. She said to check in to the hospital by 9 PM which from the time I told her would have been 12 hours since my water broke. In reality, it would be 24. I was trying to avoid interventions at all costs. I spent all day walking, bouncing on my birthing ball, going over speedbumps...to no avail. I cried when we entered the hospital. I knew what was coming. 16 hours on Pitocin, up to the highest dose. I've never known such agony. The biggest heartbreak was hearing I was stuck at 3 cm after all of that. My baby was transverse occiput (head to one side), and just could not descend. As a last resort we thought an epidural might relax me enough to dilate more. No luck. My baby wasn't in any distress, but he wasn't going anywhere either. I cannot describe the terror I felt at facing a c-section. Nowhere in my birth prep had I planned for this possibility. I'd been programmed to think that birth always goes well--when it doesn't, it's because of medical interventions. My husband held me and we both cried. I was shaking and crying as they wheeled me in to the OR. I've never felt more helpless in my life. This was not how I expected to meet my son..not by a long shot. I was planning an unmedicated water birth.....now a c-section? As they started cutting me open, I was horrified by the sensation. My husband wasn't allowed in the room yet. I called out "where is my husband?" but no one bothered to answer me. At one point he came in but I barely noticed him. The pressure...I screamed when they pulled my son out. Whoever thinks a section doesn't hurt.. I'd take those 16 hrs of contractions over that pulling sensation any day.. just knowing what they were doing to me. I heard my son's cry but couldn't see him for what seemed like ages. When they finally laid him next to me he was all clean and bundled up. I felt completely divorced from the natural birth process I had come to look forward to. I was supposed to hold my naked, squirming, vernix-covered baby on my chest, cord still attached, until the pulsing stopped. That was to be our grand finale. Not this sterile, routine hospital procedure which I had no part of. I felt like an utter failure for not being able to birth him. And I felt separated from him, instead of united. The biggest heartache of my life. He was looking at me with this intent gaze that I will never forget. He seemed so wise. I know he knew I was his mother. I wanted to connect with him but I just felt this dull ache. So painful. The rest of the hospital stay I could not sleep, and could barely eat. I kept running things over and over in my mind and wondering where I went wrong. I told myself if I'd had a home birth as I was originally planning, everything would be ok. Surely the homebirth midwives would've identified his malposition and done something before it was too late. I'll never know, but that's what my head was telling me. It was all a blur as I struggled to breast feed my son. My heart broke again when I failed to get him to take a good latch over several days with multiple lactation consultants, and as he was screaming with hunger we agreed to give him formula. I always wanted to exclusively breast feed. We're still struggling today, two weeks later. I told myself it was the labor inventions that made it so difficult. Who knows. I just know i'm suffering now. Every time I close my eyes I pray it's the time I never wake up again. I feel like my relationship with my son is ruined because of my traumatic experience in labor. I have yet to feel like I've really bonded with him..like he's "mine." I just feel like a machine taking care of him. horrible as that sounds.
My question is, do you think this c-section was necessary or could it have been prevented somehow whether during labor or before to try to correct malposition? Can they even tell if a baby is transverse occiput when not on Pitocin? I read that most TO babies can turn during labor, so maybe the midwives were thinking that would be the case. They said the cord was around his neck twice--so maybe that prevented him from turning. Maybe the c-section even saved his life. I know babies can be born with the cord around their neck and it can just be slipped off, but twice?
Hi all. The last two weeks have been a whirlwind. I'm still trying to make sense of the birth of my son, Jayden. I believe I have post-traumatic stress of some sort, if not full blown PTSD. I was blessed with an uncomplicated pregnancy. I loved being pregnant. Everyone remarked how beautiful and happy I looked, and I was. I was looking forward to an easy birth. I invested in hypnosis for childbirth classes with my husband which reinforced the idea that birth was "safe and natural", and my body would just "know what to do." So when my water broke on 7/23 and labor didn't start for 12 hours, I started to wonder what was wrong with me. I happened to have a Midwife appointment booked that day, so she said to come in and get checked. I was only 1 cm dilated-not good. She said to check in to the hospital by 9 PM which from the time I told her would have been 12 hours since my water broke. In reality, it would be 24. I was trying to avoid interventions at all costs. I spent all day walking, bouncing on my birthing ball, going over speedbumps...to no avail. I cried when we entered the hospital. I knew what was coming. 16 hours on Pitocin, up to the highest dose. I've never known such agony. The biggest heartbreak was hearing I was stuck at 3 cm after all of that. My baby was transverse occiput (head to one side), and just could not descend. As a last resort we thought an epidural might relax me enough to dilate more. No luck. My baby wasn't in any distress, but he wasn't going anywhere either. I cannot describe the terror I felt at facing a c-section. Nowhere in my birth prep had I planned for this possibility. I'd been programmed to think that birth always goes well--when it doesn't, it's because of medical interventions. My husband held me and we both cried. I was shaking and crying as they wheeled me in to the OR. I've never felt more helpless in my life. This was not how I expected to meet my son..not by a long shot. I was planning an unmedicated water birth.....now a c-section? As they started cutting me open, I was horrified by the sensation. My husband wasn't allowed in the room yet. I called out "where is my husband?" but no one bothered to answer me. At one point he came in but I barely noticed him. The pressure...I screamed when they pulled my son out. Whoever thinks a section doesn't hurt.. I'd take those 16 hrs of contractions over that pulling sensation any day.. just knowing what they were doing to me. I heard my son's cry but couldn't see him for what seemed like ages. When they finally laid him next to me he was all clean and bundled up. I felt completely divorced from the natural birth process I had come to look forward to. I was supposed to hold my naked, squirming, vernix-covered baby on my chest, cord still attached, until the pulsing stopped. That was to be our grand finale. Not this sterile, routine hospital procedure which I had no part of. I felt like an utter failure for not being able to birth him. And I felt separated from him, instead of united. The biggest heartache of my life. He was looking at me with this intent gaze that I will never forget. He seemed so wise. I know he knew I was his mother. I wanted to connect with him but I just felt this dull ache. So painful. The rest of the hospital stay I could not sleep, and could barely eat. I kept running things over and over in my mind and wondering where I went wrong. I told myself if I'd had a home birth as I was originally planning, everything would be ok. Surely the homebirth midwives would've identified his malposition and done something before it was too late. I'll never know, but that's what my head was telling me. It was all a blur as I struggled to breast feed my son. My heart broke again when I failed to get him to take a good latch over several days with multiple lactation consultants, and as he was screaming with hunger we agreed to give him formula. I always wanted to exclusively breast feed. We're still struggling today, two weeks later. I told myself it was the labor inventions that made it so difficult. Who knows. I just know i'm suffering now. Every time I close my eyes I pray it's the time I never wake up again. I feel like my relationship with my son is ruined because of my traumatic experience in labor. I have yet to feel like I've really bonded with him..like he's "mine." I just feel like a machine taking care of him. horrible as that sounds.
My question is, do you think this c-section was necessary or could it have been prevented somehow whether during labor or before to try to correct malposition? Can they even tell if a baby is transverse occiput when not on Pitocin? I read that most TO babies can turn during labor, so maybe the midwives were thinking that would be the case. They said the cord was around his neck twice--so maybe that prevented him from turning. Maybe the c-section even saved his life. I know babies can be born with the cord around their neck and it can just be slipped off, but twice?