I’ve never had a natural birth, so I can’t really compare a natural birth to a cesarean… But what I can do is tell you the hidden truth about a c-section from my personal experience.
But before I do, here’s some of back story of my pregnancy.
I REFUSED to believe I was pregnant. Christopher was the one who brought it up because I’d be having bad stomach cramps and I was “late” I’ve NEVER been a typical woman when it can to my cycle due to endometriosis. I could go two months without a period, or have a period that lasted an entire month. Yes, my body hates me!
Well anyway he told me to take a test just to be sure. I, thinking he was absolutely nuts, went to the Dollar Tree and got a test. Yes, I paid $1.00 for a test.
The look of horror on my face the second I realized it was positive. I ran out the door, drove to the closest place, bought 5 of the expensive test, and took every last one. Yupp, he was right. I was pregnant!
Christopher had to call my parents because I was too scared to tell them myself…
Look at our little bitty peanut baby! At the time of this ultra sound, the tech concluded I was about 7 weeks & 3 days along. Based on my menstrual cycle, my ultra sound states 8 weeks & 1 day.
20 Weeks, It’s a Girl!
Up until 20 weeks I’d had the PERFECT pregnancy. No morning sickness (Chris had it though), healthy food cravings, only gained 3 pounds.
Then all hell broke loose. Because I’d been doing so well my doctor didn’t schedule me for an ultrasound at 24 weeks, by the time of my 28 week ultrasound, a problem was discovered.
I had virtually NO amniotic fluid. She wasn’t developing the way she should. She was hardly moving at all. To top that all off, she was breech, and would stay that way without fluid around her to allow her to turn.
From that point on, I was shot up with steroids to boost her lung development because my doctor knew I’d never make it to full term. He estimated she would be anywhere between 3-2 months premature. I was placed on strict bed rest. I had weekly doctor’s appointments, that eventually turned into twice a week.
Fast-forward to February 20th. My baby shower. Yeah, like a moron, I over did it that day and completely ignored the fact that I was on bedrest.
The next day I was hospitalized. She had a weak heartbeat and was not moving. 3 days of being pumped full of fluids & fed special meals because our daughter had IUGR. Intrauterine Growth Restriction. Which as some of you may know, increases the risk for stillbirth.
Because of the increased risk for stillbirth & because our daughter was stuck in a breech position, I was scheduled for a cesarean for March 11th, if I made it to that date.
There she is! March 11th 2013 at 8:09am
So on the the c-section story!
First off, I need to clarify something, having a c-section does NOT make you any less of a woman. I know for a long time I felt like I was less of a mother because of it.
For some reason I thought because I never experienced the labor pains, the water breaking, or the pushing for hours, that I wasn’t a real mother. (Needless to say, I was diagnosed with severe postpartum depression eventually)
The number one thing I wish someone would have told me before my cesarean. You may not be in pain, but you STILL FEEL EVERYTHING. You feel them cutting you open… You feel them moving things around… You feel them tugging & pulling your child out of you… Imagine the strongest kicks you felt during your pregnancy, then multiply by 1000. It does NOT hurt, it just feels extremely weird. Kind of like going up in an airplane and feeling your stomach drop? I don’t say this to scare you. I say this to prepare you. I thought something was wrong with my anesthesia because I could feel things. Nope. It’s totally normal.
The second thing, the “delivery” room is colder than Antarctica. I’d never been so cold in my life! All I kept thinking is “OMG these doctors are going to freeze to death before they finish this surgery and I’ll have to deliver her myself” I mean seriously, did they think I was giving birth to a polar bear or something? My poor child is going to go into shock coming out of my warm womb and into this freezer box. There is actually a reason the room is so cold. It prevents infection and keeps things sterile. Hmmmm, who knew?
Third, that little drug cocktail they give you… You won’t remember much of that first day after delivery. I apparently kept passing out in mid-sentence, then waking up only to pick up the conversation right where I left off 30 minutes – 1 hour later. My family found it hilarious. However, I highly recommend staying doped up and not skipping a pain pill, TRUST ME, you’ll regret it.
As for number four, they want you to massage your lower abdomen… Which by the way, hurts like hell after being diced open, pulled apart, and sewn back together. I promise I’m not trying to scare you. Just being honest. Apparently the reason behind this is faster healing for you.
Through all the pain & healing we got a precious baby girl out of it!