Sometimes I miss a "like" button!
I genuinely don't think people who don't get birth trauma either from never having experienced it or just not having the required amount of empathy, never will without experiencing it.
I lost a baby at 20 weeks, she was born the day before and died in my arms. When I got pregnant again I said "When I see her born I'll believe I'm pregnant" I could't connect to the pregnancy because for me being pregnant didn't mean a baby at the end. Hiccups meant nothing to me, being in hospital for 4 weeks and listening to her every 4 hours did nothing, having weekly to three a week scans did nothing.
I went into labour at 31 weeks, they put me on the drip to stop the contractions and they gave me steroids. They sent the hospital director to treat me! He gave me an hour to respond or I'd have a section. An hour later he came in, did a VE and calmly said "We need this baby out" (I didn't know at the time but he'd found a foot). The room swarmed with people, I went through 3 consent forms at the SAME TIME! I had my drip stopped, nail varnish removed, jewellery removed, clothes changed and was in theatre in 15 minutes. I did not have enough time to understand what was happening to me. They took me into theatre, away from my partner and mum so I was alone with lots of people talking at me, totally scared I was losing another baby and no one to even hold my hand.
I woke up 45 minutes later (I reacted badly to the GA and things hadn't gone well in theatre with the baby either) with Mum sat on my bed telling me about my little girl. I was so messed up I couldn't understand why Mum was in my bedroom telling me I was having a girl, I knew that! When she started saying she had blonde hair, blue eyes and was breathing for herself I started to remember what had happened. It took 5 hours (longer than my first baby had been alive) to get to her, they kept telling me she was being settled in, she was having xrays, I couldn't see her until I'd eaten some toast (after having a GA - ouch!) and had a wash... I got a quick push past at midnight before being taken to the ward. She was washed, dressed, wearing a nappy, covered in wires and massive! To me this was NOT my baby! I told you, I'm not going to believe I'm having a baby until I see her born and then you stop my contractions and tell me this random baby is mine??? It's quite obvious she's dead and you're passing this one off as mine!
I remember reading a post on here when she was a baby (I joined when she was about 7 months and it was awhile after that) someone saying they felt like a babysitter. I couldn't believe it! That's how I felt! I spent the first 2.5 years learning to accept someone else's baby, totally terrified that I'd hurt her (accidentally of course) and she wasn't even mine. I had vivid videos played out in my head of accidents that were my fault. I couldn't walk down the stairs that led from the shops to my house, I had to walk the long way around because I was convinced I'd drop her down them. One day when she was 15 months old we were on a glass bottom cat on holiday and my partner and mum got a little worried about me. I was sat with my arms crossed over her like a seat belt and apparently looking white. I couldn't tell them why until we got off, I'd never told anyone about these thoughts before but when we got off I told Mum, she didn't judge she just told me I needed to tell my doctor because she'd felt the same with my sister (she had had puerperal psychosis).
I didn't ever get over it until my next baby was born, somehow I went under scared and came out calm. When I got pregnant again I knew I could not face another GA and went for a VBAC. There were some issues with the birth, mostly panicky staff who wouldn't leave me alone, but I tell you this, I still remember how hard BOTH sections were, but the VB I remember differently, I don't care (as part of my birth experience at least) about the issues last time, I remember how great it felt to hold my baby, to know I'd done it, to be able to walk afterwards (sections are bad for PGP!) to be the first person to touch my baby, to not see her after everyone else had, to not wait hours before being allowed to see my baby. I even preferred the birth of my angel-baby to the sections, that was part of why I needed a VBAC, I couldn't have that being my best birth.
I don't care how selfish you think I am to suffer from PTSD, you really couldn't make me feel any worse than I ever did. I can't feel badly for you, I feel happy for you, actually. I feel happy that you have never suffered from it. I feel happy that your feelings towards me and those who like me have suffered from PTSD come from an innocence that should not be taken from you, just like they should never have been taken from me and the others. Remember that next time you hear someone was traumatised by their birth. You are fortunate to never know that feeling. And if you really can't do that, read the link and read it again and every time you meet someone who says they have PTSD, read the link again until you can at least be grateful not to know what this feels like.