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Hi all. I don't think I"m depressed really, but as the 1 year mark hits I'm starting to let myself admit my grief over the birth of my son.
first of all, I did not birth him in the US, but a different westernized country. Although they were not very kind to me and did not seem to care about what I wanted...just wanted to "get it done" (the birth). I was just another person, not an individual.
So I labored basically by myself for 27 hours. My mom and dad were on a 9 hour flight over, and missed it. My husband was there, but I ended up locking myself in the bathroom for awhile. The midwife barely checked on me, maybe every couple hours. I had no support. I felt so alone.
They had said i could have a whirlpool and then they said they closed it down 'today' and i'd have to do without. I was having contractions 30 seconds a part since about 5 hours of labor, and before that 3-4 minutes. I just was not progressing. I had not slept in 2 days, and it was too painful to lay down, sit, squat, kneel. I HAD to stand. the pressure was so bad.
Then after 27 hours of labor, the baby stressed and they rushed me to a c-cection. I found out the midwife had had me pushing at 9cm and that is why the baby stressed, i beleive. his head was caved in from ramming against my pelvic bone. I cry
inside to think of him going through that. NO DRUGS, only to then get a spinal block.
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They delivered my son and had a curtain up so i couldn't see any of the birth. Thankfully my husband thought to video it. But they took him right away (aganist my birth plan and verbalized wishes), and dressed him and half washed him, and then handed him to me 30 minutes later half bloody. i didn't even know when they cut the cord. I was stuck laying on my back for 4 hours and so I kept asking to nurse him or to have help to nurse him, he was rooting and i wanted to give him that right away. They wouldn't help me and i couldn't move. i was paralyzed from the chest down.
So no skin to skin contact. No nursing right away. I kept asking if I could bathe him (his head was crusted in blood) and they said no. I kept asking for help with nursing for days and they said "you're doing fine" (i wasn't and then he dehydrated a bit urinating urates (red brick crystals)).
My mom wasn't there. i had always dreamed i'd have her helping. My husband is the most wonderful man and I am so in love with him, but he didn't have a clue what to do and even got annoyed with me at one point when i was having no pain meds. That hurt and i just couldn't deal with that. he's never ever been good at sympathizing or empathizing with any sort of illness.
We got thrush right away. for 5 months. that was a horrible frustrating experience.
now i have a healthy lovely wonderful baby that I love more than anything on this planet. Everything is great. But as a year mark is approaching, and i have 5 friends that just had newborns...i can't help but want another baby so i can have the experience i wanted.
Is that asking to much? Should i not have had any expectations for birth? Not ONE thing went as "planned" although I did get a healthy wonderful baby boy that is my heart and joy.
Maybe i just needed to get all this out. I haven't talked about it much. Nobody seems to want to listen. Everyone has birth stories...mine is just another i guess.
Hi all. I don't think I"m depressed really, but as the 1 year mark hits I'm starting to let myself admit my grief over the birth of my son.
first of all, I did not birth him in the US, but a different westernized country. Although they were not very kind to me and did not seem to care about what I wanted...just wanted to "get it done" (the birth). I was just another person, not an individual.
So I labored basically by myself for 27 hours. My mom and dad were on a 9 hour flight over, and missed it. My husband was there, but I ended up locking myself in the bathroom for awhile. The midwife barely checked on me, maybe every couple hours. I had no support. I felt so alone.
They had said i could have a whirlpool and then they said they closed it down 'today' and i'd have to do without. I was having contractions 30 seconds a part since about 5 hours of labor, and before that 3-4 minutes. I just was not progressing. I had not slept in 2 days, and it was too painful to lay down, sit, squat, kneel. I HAD to stand. the pressure was so bad.
Then after 27 hours of labor, the baby stressed and they rushed me to a c-cection. I found out the midwife had had me pushing at 9cm and that is why the baby stressed, i beleive. his head was caved in from ramming against my pelvic bone. I cry


They delivered my son and had a curtain up so i couldn't see any of the birth. Thankfully my husband thought to video it. But they took him right away (aganist my birth plan and verbalized wishes), and dressed him and half washed him, and then handed him to me 30 minutes later half bloody. i didn't even know when they cut the cord. I was stuck laying on my back for 4 hours and so I kept asking to nurse him or to have help to nurse him, he was rooting and i wanted to give him that right away. They wouldn't help me and i couldn't move. i was paralyzed from the chest down.
So no skin to skin contact. No nursing right away. I kept asking if I could bathe him (his head was crusted in blood) and they said no. I kept asking for help with nursing for days and they said "you're doing fine" (i wasn't and then he dehydrated a bit urinating urates (red brick crystals)).
My mom wasn't there. i had always dreamed i'd have her helping. My husband is the most wonderful man and I am so in love with him, but he didn't have a clue what to do and even got annoyed with me at one point when i was having no pain meds. That hurt and i just couldn't deal with that. he's never ever been good at sympathizing or empathizing with any sort of illness.
We got thrush right away. for 5 months. that was a horrible frustrating experience.
now i have a healthy lovely wonderful baby that I love more than anything on this planet. Everything is great. But as a year mark is approaching, and i have 5 friends that just had newborns...i can't help but want another baby so i can have the experience i wanted.
Is that asking to much? Should i not have had any expectations for birth? Not ONE thing went as "planned" although I did get a healthy wonderful baby boy that is my heart and joy.
Maybe i just needed to get all this out. I haven't talked about it much. Nobody seems to want to listen. Everyone has birth stories...mine is just another i guess.