I'm not sure who to turn to and, so, I'm turning to you all.
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My first child was born on my 18th birthday. Â I had absolutely NO idea what birth was supposed to be like. Â My mother had three children, all of them by cesarean section. Â I was the first, born in a hospital that let her lay alone in bed for a day and a half, in a room next to a screaming man who had jumped from a balcony while on LSD. Â My Dad threatened someone into looking in at her and that's when she finally received care. Â So, she was no help in my first birth. Â She had also never seen it done as it was intended.
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So, with my first child, I had a cesarean because of "major fetal distress". Â I lay on my back the whole time, couldn't drink anything although my mouth felt like a desert, hooked up to IV, had my water broken, cervix softened - you name it - I had the intervention.
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Fast forward 19 years and I'm pregnant with my second child. Â I'm more learned now and insist on a VBAC. Â Unfortunately, where I live, no doctor will let you have one nor will the only hospital in our city. Â So, my husband and I find a VBAC friendly doctor who is two hours away to take care of me. Â
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I have a wonderful pregnancy with a loving, supportive man. Â I start feeling contractions Saturday morning at about 3 a.m. Â I continue doing normal household stuff until it starts to get too difficult to do so. Â We'd already had a couple of false starts and so we wait until we're sure this time. Â I'm mooing like a mad cow [LOL] while I call my doula and she says "get here now!" Â And, we leave. Â It's a long uncomfortable trip. Â I tried to stop by my chiropractor before we go for one last adjustment; but, we can't reach her until we're almost to the hospital.
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We get to the hospital and the doula is wonderful. Â The nurse tells her not to give me anything to drink; but, she does anyway. Â We are put into a room and I'm still mooing. Â The contractions are come in waves; but, that's not the pain that I can't bear. Â It's the intense pain that is in my hips and running down my thighs. Â There's no let up. Â On a scale of 1-10, the contractions are about a 4 to 5 - the pains in my hip and legs are a 12. Â My doctor arrives and tells me that I need to "rest between the pains". Â I tell her there IS NO between the pains, it's constant. Â Okay, I shout it; but, you know what I mean. Â After a while, she offers me an epidural to rest and I have to take it cause I'm past my endurance. Â I take the epi and I sleep for a while. Â After a bit, they then tell me that my baby's heart rate keeps going up as her oxygen goes down. Â I have to have a c-section. Â It breaks my heart; but, I don't want to cause my daughter any pain. Â [I can't help but cry as I type this.] Â We go in for the c-section and, although it's better than the first one I had, I feel like a failure.
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Once it's all said and done, my daughter was born with an apgar of 9 [just like her brother was]. Â The only difference is that she has a lump on her head now from where they had to suction her back out of the birth canal. Â Her head was presented incorrectly. Â It wasn't the top of her head [where it molds] that was being presented; but, off to the side a bit which was causing her to get stuck [as I was told].
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I feel robbed. Â I don't know what happened. Â Did I REALLY need the c-section? Â Was she on her way out but progressing slowly? Â Or, did we do what we needed to do to save her life? Â I really don't know and I still mourn for the birth I had planned for.
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Don't get me wrong, I am VERY grateful for my little girl who is the light of my life and that she was born healthy and well. Â But, was a traumatized for nothing? Â Could someone have repositioned her? Â I have this feeling that it could have been done; but, that I was given the choice of laboring on my own successfully or get a c-section. Â I just think there's got to be a better way.
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