Is it ridiculous to feel traumatised (or at least very distressed) by my totally normal, uncomplicated natural birth? I have been looking up birth trauma to find someone who gets it, but all the stories I've read describe difficult, scary births and I don't really feel like my distress is legitimate in comparison.
It was disappointing as I wasn't able to use the birth centre and pool as I had wanted, but I'm okay with that. Mostly the difficult part was because I took the midwife literally when she said to come in after my contractions were 3 in 10 minutes, 1 minute+ each. I was at home in a lot of constant pain and distress, but because I wasn't screaming or making a fuss people thought I was coping. I wasn't coping AT ALL, I just happened not to be loud about it. I just wanted to go into hospital for some sort of help. I got gas and air when I finally did go in, which did help, but wish I had had some support sooner.
My baby is nearly 4 months now. When the midwives and people initially asked me how I felt about the birth I was neutral-to-positive about it. All-in-all I recognise I'm lucky to have had a complication-free birth. But I was quite shocked and hurt that my midwife described my birth as "beautiful"; it has never felt that way to me and as time has passed I only feel worse about it.
I keep trying to talk to my husband about it but, while he is sympathetic, it's clear he had no idea there was such a problem. It feels like everyone just assumed I was fine. Everyone was generally supportive and respectful during my labour, and my birth plan was honoured as far as possible, but I don't really feel as though those around me were at all proactive in actually helping me with my pain and the utter desolation I was experiencing. And I don't feel as though anyone has really acknowledged my distress, during or after the birth.
I'm really grateful for the straightforward birth I had, but finding it hard to move on from the experience. I've written out my birth story bellow to try and process. It's not gruesome, but if you're sensitive to that sort of thing maybe give it a pass.
Birth story:
During pregnancy I was looked after by a peripatetic midwifery team and so had a single point of contact with a midwife who used to come to my house. The same midwife was present at the birth. This was brilliant for me.
After nearly 2 weeks freaking out that I would need an induction (which I really didn't want) I went into labour naturally at 41+3 and delivered at 41+5 without any intervention. The day I was in labour, my midwife came to see me around 8pm (my waters went around 4.30am) and assessed me by watching and timing my contractions. I was already tired by this point as I had barely slept the night before, but although the contractions were fairly regular and getting very sharp I was still doing pretty well and was in good spirits. I hadn't quite reached that point of 3 contractions in 10 minutes, minute long each, so my midwife left and said I could call her when I got there.
I don't remember how long, but basically shortly after that everything went to hell in a handcart. I was only moaning quietly, but in my head I was screaming in pain. I really wanted to be able to go into the birth centre and get in a lovely pool, but because I wasn't contracting to that formula yet I felt I wasn't "allowed" to. My husband suggested a bath at home, but I was under the impression that this might slow things down.
I didn't want that as I was on a 24hr timer for the birth centre because of my waters breaking and wanted to use the pool there when labour got REALLY serious. At this point my attitude totally changed. I feared each contraction, I was tense and shaking and in pain even during the rests. I called my midwife because of blood in my waters, but after I described it she reassured me that it was a normal amount and I stayed at home some more. Eventually my husband did get me in the bath, which helped a lot between contractions, but not much during as our tub wasn't really big enough to get in a comfortable labour position. In the end, after timing for hours and not being sure whether my contractions were at that precise formula, I called my midwife again, who came and examined me - I was at 6cm! All this time I had been totally terrified as I assumed I must only be at the beginning still! I wish she had been there with us during that time.
I was still within the 24hr waters breaking window, but it was a little too close so my midwife said we would use the normal hospital and I went in an ambulance, where I received gas and air. At the hospital, they set up the room really cosily for me and I had more gas and air, which helped somewhat and I became a bit more relaxed as I knew I was through the majority of it. My midwife was busy getting ready and we had to call her back into the room as I started insisting the baby was about to arrive! I don't know how long I pushed for, but baby started crowning pretty instantly and I think it was over in 5 or 6 contractions. In the end I only needed about 3 hours in hospital and the gas and air did help quite a bit, so the actual delivery experience was sort of manageable.
After the baby arrived is a bit of a blur. I know I held her skin-to-skin, had delayed cord clamping and a natural delivery of the placenta. Apparently I was very emotional, but I don't remember that well. I know I was euphoric that the birth was over, but I don't remember being all that fussed about the baby. We stayed in the hospital for observations for 18 hours and went home that evening. I spent a lot of time that day staring at my daughter, thinking she was beautiful, but not really knowing what to make of her. I remember being upset that they took my maternity notes, as they feel like part of me, not the hospital's property. I'm also still coming to terms with not seeing my midwife anymore. I obviously don't need to and it's not like we were ever best friends, but there's this lack of closure to the whole experience.