Her attitude seems quite negative, but it could just be because she's seen a lot of mothers promise themselves a natural birth and then get quite upset when it doesnt happen.
I had a similar experience with a nurse who was attending the birth of my first child. Throughout the whole pregnancy, i was convinced i wanted a completely natural childbirth and even changed from a doctor to a midwife practice (i was in the usa) when i was 7 months gone.
But, like all best-laid plans, there were a lot of things that happened (3 days of produrmal labor that EXHAUSTED and scared me, waters breaking early and i was group b strep +. When we got to hospital and saw i was only 2 cm after all that, i made the decision to start pitocin to speed things up (instead of getting sent home for the third day in a row). I was 41+5, and i knew that the longer the waters were broken, the higher the chance baby would get infected.
So, there i was, stuck in bed with a pitocin drip in one arm, and antibiotics in another, suffering through awful contractions, and having not slept in over 2 days. The nurse came in and started pressuring me to get an epidural. She certainly wasnt sensitive and started saying things like 'its already not a natural birth if youre getting induced' and 'dont be foolish, the first baby rarely works out natural, wait and try for your second or third'.
I refused for a few hours (pitocin contractions are awful) until we started hearing a woman screaming like crazy in the next room for almost 30 min straight. When the nurse came in, my husband asked her if she was giving birth, and the nurse said 'no, she just got here and is 7 cm dialated, she wants an epidural, but its too late now' and left the room. After listening to her scream for a few more minutes (while tolerating my own awful contractions) i looked at my husband, rang for the nurse, and threw out the last piece of my birth plan. Within 5 minutes, i had the epidural, and took a 4 hour nap. When i woke up, i was 9 cm, and an hour later i started pushing. The pushing was so difficult i vomited twice, and im certain that if i hadnt rested before, i would have been too exhausted to push and could have ended up with a c-section.
I was disappointed in myself for weeks afterward until i realized that i just needed to be more flexible in my expectations. My second son came much easier with much fewer interventions, and if possible im hoping to have my daughter naturally. But if it doesnt happen, it shouldnt make the moment less joyous or special.
Good luck and sorry to ramble!
I had a similar experience with a nurse who was attending the birth of my first child. Throughout the whole pregnancy, i was convinced i wanted a completely natural childbirth and even changed from a doctor to a midwife practice (i was in the usa) when i was 7 months gone.
But, like all best-laid plans, there were a lot of things that happened (3 days of produrmal labor that EXHAUSTED and scared me, waters breaking early and i was group b strep +. When we got to hospital and saw i was only 2 cm after all that, i made the decision to start pitocin to speed things up (instead of getting sent home for the third day in a row). I was 41+5, and i knew that the longer the waters were broken, the higher the chance baby would get infected.
So, there i was, stuck in bed with a pitocin drip in one arm, and antibiotics in another, suffering through awful contractions, and having not slept in over 2 days. The nurse came in and started pressuring me to get an epidural. She certainly wasnt sensitive and started saying things like 'its already not a natural birth if youre getting induced' and 'dont be foolish, the first baby rarely works out natural, wait and try for your second or third'.
I refused for a few hours (pitocin contractions are awful) until we started hearing a woman screaming like crazy in the next room for almost 30 min straight. When the nurse came in, my husband asked her if she was giving birth, and the nurse said 'no, she just got here and is 7 cm dialated, she wants an epidural, but its too late now' and left the room. After listening to her scream for a few more minutes (while tolerating my own awful contractions) i looked at my husband, rang for the nurse, and threw out the last piece of my birth plan. Within 5 minutes, i had the epidural, and took a 4 hour nap. When i woke up, i was 9 cm, and an hour later i started pushing. The pushing was so difficult i vomited twice, and im certain that if i hadnt rested before, i would have been too exhausted to push and could have ended up with a c-section.
I was disappointed in myself for weeks afterward until i realized that i just needed to be more flexible in my expectations. My second son came much easier with much fewer interventions, and if possible im hoping to have my daughter naturally. But if it doesnt happen, it shouldnt make the moment less joyous or special.
Good luck and sorry to ramble!
