I know I have posted about home stuff in the past, but I wanted to share my csection delivery story with you as it just happened and is still fresh in my mind.
Right up until I reached 40 weeks in my pregnancy, I was told that I was a great candidate for a vbac (vaginal birth after cesarean) and I was thrilled.
My first birth was rather traumatic with my going into labor for 20-ish hours before realizing at the hospital that my baby was transverse, meaning that his little rear was where his head should have been. When the midwife and doctors told me that I needed a csection, I started bawling. You mean all that labor I endured was for nothing? Not to mention, the pain of going through contractions had absolutely worn me out. This was NOT what I had thought my delivery was going to be. I had this vision of delivering as naturally as possible, I had even gone with midwives and was fully intending to give birth sans pain meds and had almost hired a doula. In fact, when prepping for the delivery, I completely skipped over all the information regarding cesareans because that was NOT going to be me. Well, God had other plans.
When they wheeled me into surgery for the first time, I was so exhausted I almost fell asleep on the operating table! and when they plopped my little bundle of joy (with full man hair!) on my chest, the tears would not stop streaming down my face. I was overwhelmed with fatigue and joy that after 28 hours of labor, the baby was finally here.
The recovery from a csection after going through labor is the WORST. You are so tired, your body is healing from major surgery, you have a brand-new baby to care for, and if you breast feed, there is that on top of everything. With my first one, my brain was so fuzzy, I couldn’t think for 6 weeks straight.
Sooo, when they told me at my 40-week appointment that I was to have another csection, I was devastated yet again. Flashbacks of being absolutely and utterly exhausted and in excruciating pain filled my head. I was thinking, “you told me this whole time I could have a chance at a normal delivery, and now? Now I have to go through that again???” I started crying and was trying to hold the tears back so I could schedule the surgery and take care of things. At 40 weeks pregnant my cervix was not cooperating, the baby had not dropped, and I didn’t have much fluid left, so the safest option was to take the baby via csection rather than risk my uterus rupturing.
On the way back from the appointment, I called my husband in tears. How could this happen again? We both cried that day, and I knew I would at least need a day to adjust to this so I could appreciate what was going to happen. We were going to have a beautiful baby at the end of this procedure. And with much prayer from so many people, the Lord allowed us to have a safe delivery and a beautiful baby boy!