It has been almost 2 years since the birth of
ds and I still think about it EVERY DAY!
I am just so angry that it didn't go to plan, I had researched and researched for the whole of my pregnancy, I had the perfect birth plan written up, and yet I still ended up with a
c/s and didn't bond with
ds straight away.
I am angry that my body failed me and didn't go into labour naturally, I had to be induced at 42 weeks. The pain from the gel on my cervix was unbearable, it lasted over 20 hours before they broke my water. I didn't want the pain relief they kept offering me or the sleeping pills because my whole plan was to have a natural birth with no drugs!
I am angry that they kept trying to put off breaking my waters because there were too many women labouring. I was in so much pain from the gel and what made it worse was the fact that it was unproductive pain!! I wanted to be in labour and have some productive pain.
I am angry that the midwives didn't take more time to talk me thru the contractions, which started immediately after my waters were broken.
I am angry that I had no support from anyone except my husband, who was really wonderful, but lets face it, he didn't really do anything to help me (i mean, what could he do really).. but he was there thru the whole thing.
I am angry that I didn't look into hiring a doula. Silly me for thinking that the midwives would be there every step of the way.
I am angry that I requested the epidural and my husband didn't talk me out of it. I think he was in shock seeing me in so much pain.
I am angry that 6 hours after getting the epidural my
ds was in distress.
I am angry that my labour couldn't progess, because my
ds couldn't move down the birth canal due to being strangled with each contraction by the very thing that kept him alive thru the whole pregnancy (his cord).
I am angry that the midwives felt the need to argue over a pen when we were on the way to surgery to cut my baby out of me, not knowing if he would survive it!
I am angry that I was kinda relieved to be having a
c/s seen as though I was so god damn exhausted!
I am angry that I didn't get to have skin to skin contact with my
ds straight after he was born, instead the first person to really hold him close was the midwife who handed him to me after he had been check by the dr and then wrapped by the midwife.
I am angry that my
dh didn't get the camera when I asked him to (when I was in labour) and therefore I have no photos of my first cuddle with
ds!!
I am angry that I only got to see
ds face for about 5 mins before he was taken away and I was stiched up and placed in recovery ALONE (I told
dh to go with
ds), meanwhile the recovery nurses were having a good old yarn about what they would be doing over the weekend!
I am angry about my feelings after the birth. I didn't want to be left alone with
ds. I was too out of it to even hold him for his first day of life and that REALLY upsets me the most. He must have felt so cold and alone because his mummy was soo out of it after being injected with morphine and what ever else they gave me.
Why didn't I want to be left alone with my
ds?? To this day i still don't understand why? But what I do know is that it is not normal.
I am angry that in the morning after surgery, I had a visit from an
ob and his trail of flunkies (there was about 10 of them) and they all stared at me like I was some kind of freak while I vomited constantly into the spew bag and couldn't get a word out because I was too busy being sick from the morphine. Can't a women spew her guts up in peace!!
I am angry that my
ds couldn't attach to feed properly, because once again, my body failed me by granting me with extremely large breasts with extremely flat nipples!
I am angry that when the midwife I had for birthing class, came in and said "see I told you that some of you in the class would end up with a
c/s"
I am angry that the same midwife exclaimed she would only help me try to attach
ds if I was going to keep up the breastfeeding for as long as is recommended!
I am angry that I put on a brave face for all my visitors, when instead I really wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
I am angry that my
dh had to give me a shower after my surgery, because i was still out of it on morphine and I could hardly stand. The last thing I wanted was for him to see me so vulnerable and also to see how saggy my body was after having
ds.
I am angry that by the time it came for me to leave, I had decided I was just going to give up bf my
ds and just express full time (mainly because it seemed like a lost cause to try to attach him)
I am angry because I still hadn't bonded with
ds by the time I got home from hospital (little did I know it would take almost a whole year to really fall in love with him).
I am angry that I only expressed full time for him for 8 months when in reality I would have loved to be bf him till he was ready to give it up.
I am angry, because some days I just feel like a failure, and I wonder if it would all be worth it to have another baby.
Most of all, I am angry that some days I have negative feelings towards my
ds, because I simply just couldn't be bothered to be a mum on that particular day (i'm still waiting for it to feel better, just like everyone has told me it would)
There is still alot more I am angry about, but I think this will do for now. I feel mentally drained reliving the whole thing again.
Thanks for listening.