I had a beautiful, healthy and amazing boy on August 21st. I hadn't posted here after the birth because I still feel a bit traumatized over it.
Essentially, I had a UP and was planning upon a UC. I labored at home for close to three days and my water refused to break. After being up for 72+ hours, my husband took me to the hospital. Initially, the nurses were kind, but when I was moved to labor and delivery, I did get lectured at by a nurse for not subjecting myself to a battery of tests, pre-natal visits, etc. I had been up for days and she kept telling me that she would not call the doctor until my water broke. I was given pitocin and after "surviving" on that for 5 hours, I got an epidural. It wasn't until my little one started to get distressed that a doctor was brought in and I ended up with an emergency c-section for all of my laboring efforts. Naturally, I was drug-tested and visited by a social worker because, you know, you'd have to be insane
and completely irresponsible to have an UP.
After this garbage, a family row was started over our decision not to circumsize our son. Family members were prevailing upon me to "just do it" and suggesting that I was cruel for not doing so. My husband's father even intimated that our son would never get into heaven.
It got so bad and I was so upset (both because of the disrespect and hormones), we told the nurses that no one was allowed to visit the room anymore.
So, this happened back in August and I try not to think about my son's birth. I get so angry when I do. Angry at the hospital and so angry
at family members. A part of me feels a bit damaged and that there's this resentment just bubbling below the surface.
Needless to say, my son is so incredibly handsome, robust and healthy. I suppose that makes me feel some consolation.