I’ve just had my first, three weeks ago.
Importantly, and for context. I suffer with generalised and health anxiety, had a bad bout where I wouldn’t leave the house in my late teens, 23 now so not too long ago, had therapy and have been managing it ok until now.
Pregnancy went swimmingly until 28 weeks. No morning sickness, no feeling sick at certain smells, all good. 28 weeks came around and I was measuring small. I worried abit but not too much as DD was active and heart rate good. Was told at 33 weeks my placenta was failing and she would have to be delivered by section in the next 10 days. Never would have chosen a c section, it was my worst fear.. but it was the safest option so I went with it, it had to be done. Then from 33 weeks to 37 weeks had monitoring as placenta was starting to fail but baby still happy so they wanted to get as far as possible.. but which point I was quite worried for her now so anxiety beginning to heighten.
C section came around, all went smoothly, was given way too much spinal and couldn’t feel anything up to my chin- the doctor who administered it said he would have to put it in my notes for ‘next time’ not to have that much again. Pft next time.. But nevertheless, it went as smooth as it could.
Recovery however, I’ve done nothing but worry I’ll bust my stitches open, worry that I’ve damaged something as I jumped a bit during the spinal, worries that every time I have a headache I have eclampsia or a brain tumour. My anxiety is x1000 since, I feel sick at the thought of my incision. I can’t look at it or touch it. I worry about sepsis and infections. I worry about blood clots.
I love DD and thankfully it hasn’t (yet?) seemed to affect my mood towards her. But I am overcome with overwhelming guilt that I’m too worried about myself when I should be focusing on being a mum. I’m so worried about moving to much or too quickly and braking my stitches that I try to do as little as possible, which makes me feel like when I could be walking around to settle DD I just sit and try to settle her instead.
I’ve loved every moment of DD since she was born, but I’ve hated every moment of myself.
DP can see how much it’s affected me and weve both said she is our one and our only as I can’t go through the risk of having a c section again, my mental health just couldn’t cope with it.
Which is sad because DP wanted more than one child.