I have a wonderful 18mo daughter and we are both, thank goodness and touch wood, in very good health.
Her birth- the actual birth- was a good experience and went fairly smoothly, I had more intervention that I would ideally have hoped for but have no complaints.
However, my placenta would not deliver and I had a post partum haemmorhage in which I lost a lot of blood. I had to be taken to theatre to have it removed. I was probably away from my baby for around an hour. The hospital staff were all great, and tbh it was all a blur. After a few nights in hospital we went home and got on with things.
Until now I hadn't really given it much thought. I suppose I've felt that I'm fine, the baby is fine, so I could just draw a line under it. But for some reason recently I have been feeling upset about it, and apprehensive that it may happen again if I am lucky enough to have another baby. Most of all I feel quite upset at how I felt in the weeks after the birth- I was a complete WRECK, I think because of the blood loss. It was almost like I wasn't with the world, I couldn't even watch TV, couldn't concentrate. Everything was like a really bloody weird dream. I was incredibly weak and found it difficult to stagger round the corner to the shops for weeks afterwards.
I know that everyone feels overwhelmed and knocked for six post birth, but when I look back I see that I felt totally different from my antenatal class friends who were all knackered but did not experience the complete, I can only describe it as shock (in the physical sense) that i was in. For months the things that others were doing (going out, being active) were beyond my grasp.
I have to admit that it makes me feel like a failure. Like I didn't 'do' new motherhood in a strong and capable way. And I feel sad that I was such a mess, and didn't rise to the occasion physically. My friends are starting to have babies too now and I feel sort of apprehensive about how well they are going to cope and how active they are going to be.
Anyway, I'm aware that this is a shockingly first-world problem to have! On the scale of things this is really small fry. And I wouldn't talk about this to anyone in real life. But I just wanted to vent, I suppose.