Exactly a week ago my DH and I found out our DS was breech and after discussions with the senior registrar agreed an ELC was the best way forward for us. I'd hoped for a water birth but I treated my birth plan as a wish list and was buoyed by knowing the exact date we'd meet our little bundle.
With 6 days left in the office I made rigid plans in my head about what I was going to do work wise and at home to finalise preparations - we had all of our baby stuff ready but I wanted to sit in the nursery, organise it and take some time to just focus on the impending arrival. I had an easy pregnancy, remained active throughout and got 6/7 hours sleep most nights the whole way through. My bump was quite small and with various personal and professional things cropping up over the months I'd only just started to feel pregnant.
On Thursday morning just as I was getting ready to go in the shower there was a slight twinge, pop and my waters broke. We made our way straight to the hospital where I started having contractions and by the evening an EMC had been performed and we had our beautiful little boy with us - everyone well and healthy. The recovery from the EMC has been straightforward, with pain easily managed and home within 36 hours.
So what's the problem? I guess being sleep deprived and postpartum is a big clue, but hearing the morning traffic today (that I should be sat in), coming home with the baby to see the house exactly as we'd left it and not being pregnant anymore when I was gearing up to just embrace my final few days has left me feeling overwhelmed, and slightly robbed as those Moments that would be the end of one chapter and the beginning of a new one. I even cried over not being able to see my green notes again.
My DH is amazing, very supporting, very hands on, talking me through everything that happened from his perspective and listening to me talk about what happened. But I wondered if anyone else had had a similar journey/ experience & emotional outcome?