So, I'm having one of those thoughtful evenings and my DH is already snoring so I need to pick my own brain, thoughts welcome.
DC1 was born 5 weeks premature in a rapid labour and delivery, with not a drop of pain relief, episiotomy AND tearing, partner and mother still parking the car, topped off with a postpartum haemorrhage. PND and PTSD almost immediately followed. Not cool.
4 years later and as I have my first consultant app at 16w with DC2, doctor is horrified that her colleague who delivered DC1 'forgot' to debrief and inform me that the haemorrhage was due to a complete placental abruption.
ALSO, said placenta had been sent off to histology and came back as having started to detach from the uterine wall at 28-30 weeks, corresponding to the time I first went to hospital in pain, and was laughed out of there by the senior midwife telling me to get a grip and pregnancy was not meant to be comfortable.
Cue... more depression, anxiety and panic attacks that just sent me spiralling, so I made the decision to try and take back as much control as possible and demanded a c-section, effectively taking out the possibility of having to go through any of the previous horror as with DC1. 3 consultants I had to go through, but eventually got my way. ELCS was the best thing I've ever EVER done. Super cathartic. Healing was easier than the VB.
And here I am again, 4 years later. DC3 cooking away (20 weeks). And for reasons I cannot possibly understand, I am actually giving some thought to VBAC. Consultant at 16w said it was an option, but that she was happy to book ELCS number two if my mental health got a little hairy again.
So one completely unmedicated vaginal birth, one demanded, non-med reason c--section, and now a VBAC? I feel like I'm taking the michael?
Anyway, mad rambling over. Going back to writing my dissertation.
Life hack: do not grow humans in your final year at university.