Feeling more rested this AM...thank God for being home. (Hospitals are not restful!
Zoe slept alot better too.
Thanks for all the well wishes.
It actually did go really well. I went in for a stress test because I felt like crap, everything was "deteriorating." (That's the most appropriate word I can come up with.)
They were very nice there and didn't force a thing. It wasn't even until after I expressed concern over what to do next that they offered they could do a section for me and I readily agreed. I talked to the OB beforehand and he was very candid about the risks of both natural birth and surgery, sans scaremongering. He had already seen my notes and US report before even coming to talk to me which is more than I can say for my regular OB. He didn't think I had any increaded risk of placental issues based on that, and directly said he's be no more worried about acretta than in any other woman. (25% my arse!
On one hand I had a brief moment of "WTF am I doing here then!?" But, OTOH, I also finally had a reasonable OB in front of me, willing to work with me no matter what *I* decided to do. And the fact remained it was DEFINATELY time for her to come out. I'll admit they looked shell shocked when I said we could go ahead. The nurse said "You're consenting?" I said "Oh absolutly, it's time..." She said "Really?"
I don't know why it was so easy for them to work with me and speak reasonably.
No regrets, about anything, and I am not sad at all.
I wouldn't trade the whole process for anything...it was worth it. And I am equally glad that I didn't give in to what I still maintain was medical incompetence and arrogance and, in the end, got my birth on my terms. DH told me it was alright & "we can't always get everything we want." But he's wrong. I didn't conceive my DD for a UC, I conceived her for HER, and that's EXACTLY what I got.