Count me in on this thread! And congratulations, mamas of September babies - LadyLee and Treelove.
I've actually been watching this thread for awhile, not sure if I should contribute. You see, 9 weeks later, I feel like I've come to terms with the fact that my homebirth turned into a c-birth. Without going into the whole (loonnng) story here (I plan to post my account to Birth Stories at some point), I believe that my cesarian was necessary. I didn't feel like I was railroaded into anything - hospital, drugs, interventions - and believe I got good guidance the whole way through. I trust my midwife's judgement about transporting (not to mention my doula and also my sister, a nurse and mom of 5, who was also there), and I ended up in a hospital that is demonstrably supportive of going it the natural way. In fact, the OB who ended up operating on me was a friend of my midwife's and someone she really trusted - as I did by the end. (Long story short: We transported after over 12 hours of labor due to late decelerations. I was in a great deal of pain. At the hospital, it turned out that I was not dilated in the least. With pitocin I dilated, but stopped as soon as the drip was cut off (due to more late decels). Then, 42 hours into the labor, there was thick dark meconium.)
Anyway, the issue I am dealing with now is what my body did wrong, what *I* did "wrong." Why didn't I dilate at all? Since I didn't, why did it hurt so much the whole time? Had I forgotten everything I'd read and done in preparation for 10 months? Did I "give up" as soon as I got to the hospital (part of me says I did). You see, I made the conscious choice not to even consider a transport. I was so sure it wouldn't happen. I was so certain that my labor and my son's birth would play out beautifully at home - I was sooooo prepared: mentally, physically and spiritually. But I wasn't prepared for the hospital.
As a result, I had absolutely no game plan for laboring and delivering at the hospital. Even though I had the fantastic support of my midwife, my doula, my DP and my sister there - and later the best of OBs (and some great nurses - the first of whom had been a homebirth CNM in another state for 20 years before moving here, where she had been forced to choose between being a nurse and being a midwife) - I myself did not feel like I had my *own* support, if YKWIM. I myself asked for an epidural about 4 hours into the pitocin drip (and over 24 hours after labor had begun). Meanwhile, I had never even considered the prospect of drug interventions beforehand.
My experience afterwards could not have turned out better. Even though my DS ended up with pretty bad meconium aspiration and refused to nurse for more than 4 days, I *was* nursing for the first time as soon as I got into the recovery room (thanks to my mw). Bf'ing has been no problem ever since, and DS is now in the 90th or upwards percentile for everything.
So I'm torn: I feel grateful that we came out of everything OK. But I also feel disappointed in myself, that I "couldn't" do it. That, when people ask, I can't say "I had a homebirth/waterbirth." And: What will happen next time? If I couldn't do it under ideal conditions, how will I perform in my post-cesarean world?
Sorry for my wordiness....