I’m 26 wks pg with my first and have recently been getting quite freaked out about the possibility something going horrifically wrong with my baby. Now admittedly this is largely my own fault- I have actively sought out all the awful traumatic labour stories, birth injury stories, premature stories, telling myself that if I know what the worst case scenarios are I’ll feel more ready to potentially face them myself. Well, that’s massively backfired because now I lie awake at night worrying endlessly about what will happen if I go into labour tomorrow, if I have complications and my baby ends up in NICU or dying, if I have to have an instrumental birth and end up torn from front to back and left incontinent for the rest of my days, if I’m mentally scarred from a horrifically long and painful labour... you get the picture.
I was telling my DM about my fears about childbirth this evening, and she seemed almost angry with me for having the audacity to be worried! Among her pearls of wisdom were (and these are direct quotes):
“The hospital will NOT let you suffer”
How many stories have I read on here where women have been allowed to suffer? Fucking hundreds!
“I did it, so can you.”
She had one late term stillbirth, one natural birth with a tiny 35 week premie (DB) and one EMCS (me). Hardly a shining example of smooth pregnancy/childbirth experiences there.
“If you want an epidural and have a needle stuck into your back, good luck with that!!”
Yep, apparently if I have an epidural my baby will come out stoned or something...
“I can’t understand women who pour out all their bad experiences that serve no purpose but scare the life out of so many first time pregnant women, who should be enjoying every minute!!!”
This is from the woman who, literally within minutes of being told I was pregnant, started retelling the story to my PILs about her stillbirth...
“Enjoy this experience Angelo, think of all the women who can’t have babies, absorb the wonder of your changing body, and breathe a sigh of relief when it all pops back into place”
It’s hard to “absorb the wonder of my changing body” with random abdominal and sciatic pains, a right thigh that keeps going numb and bloody awful constipation... and she’s still blaming me for the layer of fat she hasn’t been able to shift from the EMCS she had with me in 1985!
And of course, the classic...
“The minute you have that baby in your arms, everything is forgotten!!”
Tell that to the woman who suffer with PND/PTSD after traumatic birth experiences...
I don’t have any friends who’ve had children who I really feel close enough to to share my anxieties with so I was hoping that I’d be able to talk to her about them openly, but now I feel even worse than I did before... I get that in her way she is trying to be supportive, but I just think I’d feel better if she would just admit that my worries aren’t totally irrational at the very least? As it is, she just tells me to STOP WORRYING, and now I feel like I’m failing at pregnancy by not becoming some blossoming Mother Earth type and selfishly not considering how lucky I am to be pregnant in the first place...