Before diving into my experience, I want to clarify that no one explicitly urged me to “get over” my C-sections, but it was a personal journey I needed to navigate. In preparation for my daughter’s birth, I barely scratched the surface of what to expect, only glancing at one book while deliberately skipping the section on C-sections. I believed they were reserved for rare emergencies and thought I’d be aware of any complications beforehand.
My goal was to achieve a “natural” childbirth, or as close as possible. After obsessively monitoring what I consumed during pregnancy, the thought of using heavy pain relief during labor struck me as odd. I’d also read about the potential risks of epidurals, and the idea of someone injecting something into my spine terrified me. Admittedly, I was somewhat naive in my expectations, but I clung to the hope that my birth plan would unfold as I envisioned.
When my water broke, I awaited progress for 13 hours without a single contraction, leading to the need for induction. After 12 hours of labor, I reached eight centimeters, only to feel my daughter attempt to descend before getting stuck. This was not part of my “plan.” Suddenly, a flurry of medical staff burst into the room, and I was rushed into an emergency C-section, screaming in pain as they prepared me for surgery. My husband had to wait outside, leaving us both grappling with fear and uncertainty.
Thankfully, shortly after, we welcomed a beautiful baby girl who seemed just as displeased with the situation as I was. I was whisked away to recovery for an hour, trembling as the anesthetic wore off, longing for my daughter and husband’s presence. When I finally reunited with them, my daughter was distressed and needed comforting. While I tried to breastfeed, I felt overwhelmed by the trauma I had just experienced.
Despite the positive outcome—everyone being healthy—I felt a profound sense of loss. It’s easy to look at the bigger picture and compare one’s struggles to those who have it worse, but such comparisons can be detrimental after trauma. My feelings were valid; I felt cheated out of the experience I had envisioned.
I was angry and confused, grappling with blame. Should I have waited longer before induction? Was the doctor too eager to perform another C-section? I had been told throughout my life that I had “childbearing hips,” so where did it all go wrong? I felt battered and as if my body, which I had nurtured for nine months, had been violated.
Post-birth, moving around to care for my newborn was daunting. On the second or third day in the hospital, I attempted to take a shower, but the thought of seeing my incision made me feel faint. I cried uncontrollably afterward, feeling a sense of disbelief at the reality of my situation. Where was this narrative in the movies?
Anger lingered for a long time. I felt jealousy towards mothers who appeared to have had smooth recoveries, and I harbored unkind thoughts. When others announced their pregnancies, I sometimes found myself wishing they would also experience a C-section. It was a mix of emotions I struggled to reconcile.
As time passed, I tried to push my feelings to the back of my mind, but small triggers would bring them rushing back. When I became pregnant with my son, there was a complication that might have necessitated a C-section, but thankfully, it resolved, and I was eager to try for a VBAC. I thought this could be a chance to heal.
Labor began naturally and was lengthy, even longer than my first experience. As I reached ten centimeters, I felt a familiar sensation of my son moving down only to stop once again. When the doctor told me I was facing the same issue, I felt a wave of trauma wash over me, even more intense than before.
This may seem like a minor setback to some, but for me, it marked a significant emotional journey. Processing everything took time—every conceivable emotion surfaced, and it was a lengthy healing process, particularly on the mental side. I remain grateful for my family, but it doesn’t diminish the emotional weight of what I went through.
I hope that sharing my story resonates with those who have faced similar challenges. Perhaps my words will offer validation or comfort to someone feeling alone in their experience. Sharing our truths can be empowering for ourselves and others.
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In summary, my childbirth experiences were far from what I envisioned and required years of processing. It’s essential to honor our individual journeys and emotions, as they are valid and real.