I'm currently 39 weeks pregnant and despite copious amounts of floor scrubbing, religiously sleeping on my left hand side (I've probably given myself bed sores!!!) and resisting the urge to lounge around on the sofa my baby refuses to budge from an OP position!!! (just like in my last pregnancy!)
This is completely stressing me out, bearing in mind my last birth, which I still find quite difficult to talk about (sorry - long tale of woe to follow....)
Last time round I was desperate for a natural birth - hired an independent midwife, and did loads of research on alternative pain relief, and was confident I could go the distance - I've run marathons and climbed mountains in the past, so I kinda though that childbirth wouldn't be beyond me, despite the horror stories I'd read about back to back labours....I've also suffered from endometriosis for years, so know what a painful period feels like!! Boy was I wrong!!! I had "pre-labour" pains for about 3 weeks (midwife thought it was the baby trying to turn from the OP position) and then when I finally went into labour at 40+8 days (aided by lots of reflexology, acupuncture, pineapples, raspberry leaf tea, you name it!!!) I didn't actually give birth for 30 hours. The first 9 hours or so were manageable, but then the back labour really kicked in and there was no relief between contractions - in fact, the pain between the contractions was probably worse than the contraction itself....a bit like having your back being continually beaten my a sledge hammer. The pain was horrific and I remember threatening to throw myself down the stairs so that I could knock myself out or so that someone would actually phone an ambulance (melodramatic I know - but I really thought at the time that I would prefer to die than continue with the pain!!) The final straw was when my midwife checked me and found out I was only 3 cms dilated, at which point I totally lost the plot and demanded to go to hospital for some drugs!!!...I'd been so sure that with so much pain, for so long, I must be near the end... So, after 11 hours of this horrific pain (20 hours in total) I ended up at hospital with an epidural. The pain relief was fantastic, but as I feared, things spiralled from one intervention to the next....my contractions stopped, my waters were artificially broken, and when that didn't work, they started the syntocin. It took another 7 hours to fully dilate me, and then after 3 hours pushing (to no avail) the doctors finally came in to "help" and I ended up with ventouse, episiotomy and 2nd degree tears. My baby was fine in the end, but doctors commented upon the fact that he was "overcooked" because his skin was peeling and something else to do with his head (the fontanelle was completely closed?)....he was also 9 pounds (despite being told at the scans that he would probably only be around 7 pounds bearing in mind my small build - I'm a UK size 6, with ridiculously small bones). I thought that the horror was finally over, but the recovery was also dreadful....I couldn't sit down for about 6 weeks without the help of a rubber ring, was in constant pain, and still ( 3 years on) haven't really recoverd down below. My poor baby didn't fair much better - he proceeded to cry constantly for the next month or so, ending up in a number of trips to A&E because my husband and I didn't know what was wrong with him and it didn't seem normal for a baby to spend every waking hour crying - eventually we saw a cranial osteopath who helped reset the bones in his head...he put it down to the trauma of the delivery (i.e. baby had a headache!!!) It was pretty overwhelming, and I do remember feeling very depressed for the first month or so after the birth, and very angry that I had had such a bad experience...in fact, my husband and I did decide that we would call it a day, and not have anymore in the aftermath....though luckily, my feelings have changed - I love my son to bits, and am totally delighted to be having another (and would even like a third if possible). However, as you can probably tell, I don't really want to repeat the experience again, and despite trying to remain optimistic, I am scared witless, that I am going to have a repeat of the same experience. Having talked things through with my midwife, she believes that the size of the baby (compared to my pelvis), coupled with the poor position were at the root of the difficult birth (more so the position) and although she is trying to reassure me that second births are much easier, I just don't know how I'm going to cope mentally if things start to go down the same route again....I know that second babies are larger (this one's a boy too) and that the position is the same, so I can't seem to get past that mental block....plus, I know that this time I'm not going to be able to go so long without pain relief and actually turn the baby myself, so there is a chance that this one might be born still OP, which makes me even more terrified as I know that this means that it will need even more space to come out, and the chances of another instrumental delivery, or even worse a failed instrumental delivery followed by a c-section could be inevitable.
Anyone got any advice or words of wisdom - am I being a pathetic wimp? Is it selfish to be worrying about my pain and my recovery? I am seeing the consultant next week for the routine 40 week check, and I am not sure whether or not to voice my concerns?...and even if I do, what good it would do as he is likely just to tell me to "have a go and see what happens". It's starting to really get to me, and I am really worried that I have a complete meltdown during the birth (as is my husband, who is not sure he can cope seeing me in that much pain again).
Help!