Even before she was pregnant or thinking about getting pregnant, my friend said that she'd have to come to me (when it's her turn) for natural birth resources. Immediately after it was safe to share the good news, we had a nice afternoon together, and I sent resources to her (in the form of emails that contained local resources as well as a copy of Ina May's Guide to Childbirth and Birthing From Within). Her first "to do" on her list was to find a doula.
The next time I met with her, her OB had talked her out of a doula, saying that hiring one would take away from her supportive husband's experience. In my head, I screamed,"OH, NO!" She didn't seem ready to be "pushed", so I left it alone.
The next time I saw her was at her shower. She and her hubby had just taken a childbirth weekend intensive class. Of course, it was recommended by her OB and pretty standard information.
At this point, I'm growing more and more worried, but she still didn't seem to be in the right place to be "pushed".
Fast forward to her birth...
She labored at home for 8 hours, and arrived at the hospital at 1 cm dilation. Instead of telling her to go home, they told her to walk around the hospital until she was further along. She was admitted at 2cm. Shortly after, she asked for an epidural. Right before pushing, she experienced extreme pain. She pushed for 2 hours, unable to get the baby passed 0 station. A c-section was performed. She was told that her baby was too big and that her anatomy did not allow for the passage of the baby. (To my knowledge and her knowledge, she does not have Rickets.)
Her son is only 8 weeks old, so it's still a wacky time for her, I know. I asked her about writing her birth story, but she told me that she wanted to forget the bad parts. Of course, I told her it would be a good thing for any mom.
So what am I to do? From what I know of chilbirth, it seems that the "big baby" theory and the "you're too small" song and dance are a load of crap. (Her son was 8lb. 14 oz.) But maybe that's just my limited perspective?
When she gets pregnant again, do I say anything?
Any and all thoughts and questions are welcome.
Thanks,
Lydia
The next time I met with her, her OB had talked her out of a doula, saying that hiring one would take away from her supportive husband's experience. In my head, I screamed,"OH, NO!" She didn't seem ready to be "pushed", so I left it alone.
The next time I saw her was at her shower. She and her hubby had just taken a childbirth weekend intensive class. Of course, it was recommended by her OB and pretty standard information.
At this point, I'm growing more and more worried, but she still didn't seem to be in the right place to be "pushed".
Fast forward to her birth...
She labored at home for 8 hours, and arrived at the hospital at 1 cm dilation. Instead of telling her to go home, they told her to walk around the hospital until she was further along. She was admitted at 2cm. Shortly after, she asked for an epidural. Right before pushing, she experienced extreme pain. She pushed for 2 hours, unable to get the baby passed 0 station. A c-section was performed. She was told that her baby was too big and that her anatomy did not allow for the passage of the baby. (To my knowledge and her knowledge, she does not have Rickets.)
Her son is only 8 weeks old, so it's still a wacky time for her, I know. I asked her about writing her birth story, but she told me that she wanted to forget the bad parts. Of course, I told her it would be a good thing for any mom.
So what am I to do? From what I know of chilbirth, it seems that the "big baby" theory and the "you're too small" song and dance are a load of crap. (Her son was 8lb. 14 oz.) But maybe that's just my limited perspective?
When she gets pregnant again, do I say anything?
Any and all thoughts and questions are welcome.
Thanks,
Lydia










I've been thinking and saying the same thing. If childbirth was REALLY that bad, our species would have died out long ago. (I'm not trying to trivialize labor here. I'm just looking at the big picture.)


, but he is fine now
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