As I read through the posts, there are so many of you that write of your joyful experience, birthing a 9, 10 or 11lb baby in 4, 8 or 10 hours.... in the comfort of your home.
That was supposed to be me too. Instead I had another malpositioned baby (posterior back labor and star-gazing instead of chin tucked in). So after 17 hours of labor (5 of it trying to push her over a cervical lip) I ended up with another cesarean.
I am not crushed. I tried EVERYTHING to change her position and get her out, with the full support of DH, my friend and my midwives. And when I transfered to the hospital, I knew it was the end of my limits and the right decision.
But it still makes me so sad. I do not mean to discredit any other proud mammas out there. I am happy you have all had such great experiences, and love reading your accounts, as it shows how powerful our bodies are. I just wonder, while crying, why I could not do it too? Why didn't my baby and my body do what was needed?
That was supposed to be me too. Instead I had another malpositioned baby (posterior back labor and star-gazing instead of chin tucked in). So after 17 hours of labor (5 of it trying to push her over a cervical lip) I ended up with another cesarean.
I am not crushed. I tried EVERYTHING to change her position and get her out, with the full support of DH, my friend and my midwives. And when I transfered to the hospital, I knew it was the end of my limits and the right decision.
But it still makes me so sad. I do not mean to discredit any other proud mammas out there. I am happy you have all had such great experiences, and love reading your accounts, as it shows how powerful our bodies are. I just wonder, while crying, why I could not do it too? Why didn't my baby and my body do what was needed?
















But---yeah, you're not alone with your story.