About four weeks, but not quite a month, ago life was coming at me fast then it was moving kind of slow. At this same time almost a month ago, I was in a hospital bed going on 24hrs awaiting the arrival of my overdue baby boy. The day before we went walking. Robert was determined to “walk Aaron down.” So I was going along for the walk. Once the walk was over, I received a call from the sonogram specialist to set up an appointment. Since baby boy was already 6 days overdue, they had us, me, come in pretty much right away.
We arrive at the facility, I sit through about an hour of baby heart monitoring. Then on to the sonogram, the technician shows us they different baby organs and parts. She finishes and says “I’m going to get the doctor to come talk to you.” I knew that something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t necessarily alarming but if they need to get someone to tell you something, everything is not as it should be. Doctor comes in, he looks at everything. “So as you get closer to your due date the amniotic fluid around the baby decreases. When you are overdue we take a look to make sure there is enough fluid for the baby. What we are seeing is that there isn’t enough fluid to allow the baby to come on his own. So… he has to come now.” And just like that next stop… the hospital. Well not quite. My next stop was Chipotle. With my limited experience and knowledge of the child birthing process, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to eat once we got to the hospital until after baby arrived. So, with a little protest from Robert, to Chipotle we went.
Get Admitted. Get checked. 1 centimeter (cm). What does that mean? It means we had a long way to go. Under better circumstances, I would never have been admitted at 1 cm. So around this time almost a month ago, I had been given a medicine then a balloon catheter to help me dilate and some medicine that made me loopy to deal with the pain of the balloon catheter, all for me to be 4-ish cm. In a couple of hours they would put me on pitocin to start my contractions. And a few hours later than that they would break my water then give me an epidural.
I was in the hospital for over 48hrs trying to wait on my baby boy to arrive when Kara, quite literally a God send of a nurse, comes in to tell me the single piece of news I had wanted to avoid since before getting pregnant. Kara tells me that we’re most likely going to have a C- Section. So if you didn’t know this previously I had planned for a water birth but with the induction we had moved to planning for a vaginal hospital birth. But now because I have only reached 6 cm after having my water broke almost a full 24hrs and baby’s heart rate was stable but not ideal we are at c-section station. I am quite literally wrecked. I try to call my mom and can’t get a hold of her, because cell service at her job sucks. This is hard. I am laboring, slowly, and now I have to have a major surgery that I wanted to avoid. All I wanted was my mother. I finally get her on the phone, tell her what I was told. My mom tells me to have them do it as soon as possible, she prays with me. Kara comes in and she gives me a gladiator level pep talk. I’m still a wreck. I try to calm down enough so that we can just get through it. My in laws are at the hospital and another prayer is prayed. Here we go.
What can I say, it was surgery. It started and it ended. Baby Aaron is here. Which I have not lost sight of as the most important thing. He arrived safely. But even now close to a month later, the thought of the surgery makes cry or want to cry. And truthfully I’m not really sure why. When I had my one week check up, I spoke to the midwife about it and she recommended this article called “A Love Letter to C-Section Moms.” I read through half of it and was like “umm this doesn’t really speak to how I feel.” There most definitely is physical but more than anything else is emotional pain. The blog post talked about how those of us who had C-Sections didn’t do it for vanity or convenience, we had to in order to get our babies here. I could relate to the reason why the procedure was needed but quite honestly I don’t give a damn what or why someone else did it. There is nothing “easy” about having a MAJOR surgery to bring a child into the world that you then have to take care of IMMEDIATELY. So if someone chose to do that to avoid whatever you wanted to avoid, that business is your own. Time passed and I read it through in its entirety and then I feel “seen.” As I got further into the post there were words that jumped out and spoke to me,
Not everything in life goes according to plan.
One of my friends told me that her c-section was the best and worst experience of her life. And that’s exactly it for me… and the worst because it was frightening and not the way I wanted to birth.
This experience has been Traumatic. Not just for me, but for Robert and possibly Aaron too. We weren’t even in the recovery room when Robert tells me that if we don’t have any children after Aaron that he would be okay because he didn’t want to see me go through this again. My baby is beautiful. But this trauma is deep. Hopefully one day it will subside or go away.