When my DH and I attended childbirth classes (offered through our local Midwife Center), the instructor was extremely vocal in her opinions of C-sections...that they are *always* unnecessary, and either an indicator of greed/laziness on the part of the OB/GYN, or of fear on the part of the mother. Pain of any sort during labor and delivery, in fact, was frowned upon as a manifestation of fear (and we are NOT supposed to be afraid, people!). I came out of that class (and my many readings on natural childbirthing) with this intense psychological pressure: certain that pain was all imagined, all about fear, and that basically it was my duty to just suck it up and get through it like a big girl.
Then I had a traumatic birth. I'm not sure I'm up to posting all of the gory details here right now, but the highlights were as follows:
* My water broke and was thick with meconium. So my midwife put me on an irrigation douche, which forced me into bed, on my back. That was the end of me changing position AT ALL during labor, except to sit halfway up during contractions. I was warned that any further movement would dislodge the douche and that the baby would aspirate and die.
* The baby was malpresented. Even though I was having off-the-chart, double-peaked contractions, his head was pressing against my spine and not my cervix. I was in indescribable pain.
* I was not dilating. In fact, several hours (okay, like 10) into the labor, my cervix started getting SMALLER. It was when this was reported that I broke down weeping and asked for the epidural. I am so fundamentally against medications that this was an enormous step for me.
* Naturally, the epidural stalled my labor. The docs at the hospital insisted on Pitocin and we spent several hours fighting that. My feeling was...if I had phenomenally strong natural contractions that didn't move things along, why put myself and the baby through more drugs that would do just as little? When I faced down a doctor and said, "WILL THIS DRUG OPEN MY CERVIX?" and he said no, then the midwife suddenly noticed "abnormal heart tones" and called the C-section. I am still honestly not sure if there was actually an issue, or if she realized that I was not going to play the hospital's game and just wanted to help me end it.
So. After this, I beat myself up. A lot. And hey, I didn't even need to internalize the blame! I overheard my MIL telling someone that I had a C-section because I was "scared". The instructor from our childbirth class never responded to my emails after I admitted to the C-section. And so on and so on and so on. I felt horribly broken and incompetent. And weak.
Flash forward 2 years and I was pregnant again. I read up on all of the VBAC information and tried to get myself psyched up for another try. I talked and talked and talked, and journaled my heart out, and tried to overcome my grief and anger about my first birth experience.
Labor time came and I was aggressively positive. My water did not break this time, and I spent the entire labor pacing and rocking and walking and on the birthing ball. Basically doing all of the things that I wished could have gone differently the first time around...including low, open-mouthed moaning, which I'd read encouraged openness globally (rather than tensing, holding breath, etc.). This baby was in perfect position. The labor was manageable...in fact, I remember laughing that it was almost EASY in comparison to the previous one (honest to God, back labor has to be the next worst thing to evisceration). So it was all good. It was going better.
And I still didn't freaking dilate!! I spent hours going back and forth with the midwife...let me try this, let me try that, let's just wait--sometimes it takes longer, right? Finally she got That Look. This woman has been catching babies for 20-some years, and so when she got That Look, I knew. She told me that the reason that I wasn't dilating was that the baby's head was not "in station". WTF, I was at 41 weeks and in full labor...why the hell wasn't he DROPPED yet? I asked her if we should call it. She wouldn't give me a straight answer. I said, "pretend I'm your DAUGHTER, not your PATIENT" and she said, "I don't think this is going anywhere, and I don't want to see you wear yourself out any more. You're going to end up with another C-section, it's just a matter of WHEN."
So I had another C-section. And she diagnosed me as having--oh hell, I forget the medical term now--a really small pelvic opening. She was with me in the OR and said that "there's no way a baby could have fit through there".
In a weird way, going through my second failed labor kind of helped me recover from my first. At least it looked like something beyond my control. And I got to confirm that even IF...even IF things had gone differently, it still probably wouldn't have made a difference.
Flash forward 2 more years to the present. I avoid intercourse to the point of being almost celibate. Part of it is the fear of conceiving (I don't think I can handle more children right now, nor do I want to face the reality of a scheduled C-section this time around). But it's more than that. I am so tight that sex is unpleasant, sometimes painful, and sometimes just impossible. I am even having trouble inserting my diaphragm. I have, over the past few visits, talked with several of the midwives about this feeling of tightness that I have. They blow it off as either not being fully aroused (tell your husband you need some foreplay and buy some Astroglide), or suggest that it's residual psychosomatic tension from my disappointing births.
Great. So THAT'S all in my head, too. But wait! I finally did some research, and OMG I think I have vaginismus. Which...most resources seem to insist (get ready for it!)...IS ALL IN MY HEAD. Yeah, I'm painfully tight and often impenetrable because I'm psyching myself out. Just like my babies didn't descend and my cervix didn't open because I was so afraid that I subconsciously stopped it. It's all my fault, all my fault, all my fault.
Fine. I'll buy it with the intercourse. Maybe. But what about the diaphragm and Menstrual cups? Maybe one out of 5 attempts goes well...the rest of the time, these items honest-to-goodness get squeezed out instantly.
And this tightness is a problem I have ALWAYS had. It took a number of failed attempts before I finally lost my virginity, because penetration was impossible. Many times since then, with more than one partner, I have been nearly or actually impossible to enter. I've even had more than one examiner praise me on my "excellent tone", and after my pregnancies a few gave me the ol' "hey at least you're not all loose and stretched out" consolation. When really, a part of me had been hoping that childbirth WOULD stretch me out to the point where I'd be more, uh, accepting.
I am tired of blaming myself for this!!
Of course, at the same time, now that I'm thinking "vaginismus", I flash back to my first labor. I was asking for the epidural during contractions, but would let up in between. The midwife asked about that. "Are you sure? You only ask during..." So I paid attention to it and after a few more contractions, told her, "It feels like I am doing Kegels to keep this kid in." At the time (and even now, mostly) I felt that this was because of the double-peaked contractions. I wanted SO BADLY to push and she kept telling me that I wasn't even close to dilated enough and MUST NOT push or I'd damage myself and stress out the baby. Now, I wonder...were these beyond-my-control Kegels? Was it just vaginismus acting up under stress?
And OMFG, could that mean that it really WAS all my fault? That I froze up and tensed up and just wouldn't let these kids out?
So great. Almost 5 years later and the cycle is complete. I'm back to blaming myself again.
And apparently I need to first convince my practitioners that I actually do have vaginismus and not just a lack of foreplay or interest...and then find a treatment plan that does not involve the assumption that it's caused by my self-hatred?
It's more the other way around. I have self-hatred because I can't get past this.
Then I had a traumatic birth. I'm not sure I'm up to posting all of the gory details here right now, but the highlights were as follows:
* My water broke and was thick with meconium. So my midwife put me on an irrigation douche, which forced me into bed, on my back. That was the end of me changing position AT ALL during labor, except to sit halfway up during contractions. I was warned that any further movement would dislodge the douche and that the baby would aspirate and die.
* The baby was malpresented. Even though I was having off-the-chart, double-peaked contractions, his head was pressing against my spine and not my cervix. I was in indescribable pain.
* I was not dilating. In fact, several hours (okay, like 10) into the labor, my cervix started getting SMALLER. It was when this was reported that I broke down weeping and asked for the epidural. I am so fundamentally against medications that this was an enormous step for me.
* Naturally, the epidural stalled my labor. The docs at the hospital insisted on Pitocin and we spent several hours fighting that. My feeling was...if I had phenomenally strong natural contractions that didn't move things along, why put myself and the baby through more drugs that would do just as little? When I faced down a doctor and said, "WILL THIS DRUG OPEN MY CERVIX?" and he said no, then the midwife suddenly noticed "abnormal heart tones" and called the C-section. I am still honestly not sure if there was actually an issue, or if she realized that I was not going to play the hospital's game and just wanted to help me end it.
So. After this, I beat myself up. A lot. And hey, I didn't even need to internalize the blame! I overheard my MIL telling someone that I had a C-section because I was "scared". The instructor from our childbirth class never responded to my emails after I admitted to the C-section. And so on and so on and so on. I felt horribly broken and incompetent. And weak.
Flash forward 2 years and I was pregnant again. I read up on all of the VBAC information and tried to get myself psyched up for another try. I talked and talked and talked, and journaled my heart out, and tried to overcome my grief and anger about my first birth experience.
Labor time came and I was aggressively positive. My water did not break this time, and I spent the entire labor pacing and rocking and walking and on the birthing ball. Basically doing all of the things that I wished could have gone differently the first time around...including low, open-mouthed moaning, which I'd read encouraged openness globally (rather than tensing, holding breath, etc.). This baby was in perfect position. The labor was manageable...in fact, I remember laughing that it was almost EASY in comparison to the previous one (honest to God, back labor has to be the next worst thing to evisceration). So it was all good. It was going better.
And I still didn't freaking dilate!! I spent hours going back and forth with the midwife...let me try this, let me try that, let's just wait--sometimes it takes longer, right? Finally she got That Look. This woman has been catching babies for 20-some years, and so when she got That Look, I knew. She told me that the reason that I wasn't dilating was that the baby's head was not "in station". WTF, I was at 41 weeks and in full labor...why the hell wasn't he DROPPED yet? I asked her if we should call it. She wouldn't give me a straight answer. I said, "pretend I'm your DAUGHTER, not your PATIENT" and she said, "I don't think this is going anywhere, and I don't want to see you wear yourself out any more. You're going to end up with another C-section, it's just a matter of WHEN."
So I had another C-section. And she diagnosed me as having--oh hell, I forget the medical term now--a really small pelvic opening. She was with me in the OR and said that "there's no way a baby could have fit through there".
In a weird way, going through my second failed labor kind of helped me recover from my first. At least it looked like something beyond my control. And I got to confirm that even IF...even IF things had gone differently, it still probably wouldn't have made a difference.
Flash forward 2 more years to the present. I avoid intercourse to the point of being almost celibate. Part of it is the fear of conceiving (I don't think I can handle more children right now, nor do I want to face the reality of a scheduled C-section this time around). But it's more than that. I am so tight that sex is unpleasant, sometimes painful, and sometimes just impossible. I am even having trouble inserting my diaphragm. I have, over the past few visits, talked with several of the midwives about this feeling of tightness that I have. They blow it off as either not being fully aroused (tell your husband you need some foreplay and buy some Astroglide), or suggest that it's residual psychosomatic tension from my disappointing births.
Great. So THAT'S all in my head, too. But wait! I finally did some research, and OMG I think I have vaginismus. Which...most resources seem to insist (get ready for it!)...IS ALL IN MY HEAD. Yeah, I'm painfully tight and often impenetrable because I'm psyching myself out. Just like my babies didn't descend and my cervix didn't open because I was so afraid that I subconsciously stopped it. It's all my fault, all my fault, all my fault.
Fine. I'll buy it with the intercourse. Maybe. But what about the diaphragm and Menstrual cups? Maybe one out of 5 attempts goes well...the rest of the time, these items honest-to-goodness get squeezed out instantly.
And this tightness is a problem I have ALWAYS had. It took a number of failed attempts before I finally lost my virginity, because penetration was impossible. Many times since then, with more than one partner, I have been nearly or actually impossible to enter. I've even had more than one examiner praise me on my "excellent tone", and after my pregnancies a few gave me the ol' "hey at least you're not all loose and stretched out" consolation. When really, a part of me had been hoping that childbirth WOULD stretch me out to the point where I'd be more, uh, accepting.
I am tired of blaming myself for this!!
Of course, at the same time, now that I'm thinking "vaginismus", I flash back to my first labor. I was asking for the epidural during contractions, but would let up in between. The midwife asked about that. "Are you sure? You only ask during..." So I paid attention to it and after a few more contractions, told her, "It feels like I am doing Kegels to keep this kid in." At the time (and even now, mostly) I felt that this was because of the double-peaked contractions. I wanted SO BADLY to push and she kept telling me that I wasn't even close to dilated enough and MUST NOT push or I'd damage myself and stress out the baby. Now, I wonder...were these beyond-my-control Kegels? Was it just vaginismus acting up under stress?
And OMFG, could that mean that it really WAS all my fault? That I froze up and tensed up and just wouldn't let these kids out?
So great. Almost 5 years later and the cycle is complete. I'm back to blaming myself again.
And apparently I need to first convince my practitioners that I actually do have vaginismus and not just a lack of foreplay or interest...and then find a treatment plan that does not involve the assumption that it's caused by my self-hatred?
It's more the other way around. I have self-hatred because I can't get past this.







you. I hope that you do find support in convincing your midwife or doctor about the vaginismus. Take in lots of information about it, and highlight the stuff that applies to you... or put an asterisk next to article titles if the whole thing applies to you.


I still blame myself.
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