Oh dear - you have all been through so much! Makes my pitiful wailings seem rather irrelevant but I'm going to get them down here anyway, if for no other reason than to try and remember what happened!
I'm 25, been married for a year, and had my son 4 weeks ago. I had a great pregnancy and nothing remotely interesting happened the whole time other than the usual grumbles. I was not, however, impressed by the level of care I received. The hospital clinics were overcrowded and we had to wait for 2 hours every time. We were then told that because the hospital was so busy, we had to attend a midwife clinic in another place that was a train journey from our home. The midwives there were very nice but I think I saw a different woman each appointment, knowing that none of them would actually be there when I gave birth (at the hospital).
At my last midwife appointment, the day before my due date, I was told that everything was fine but that baby had turned back-to-back. Midwife suggested some things to do to try and turn him but said that the head was beginning to engage. I went to 41 weeks, when I had to go back to the hospital for a scan to see what was going on. It was only then that we were told the the baby had turned breech. We were amazed because this was a seemingly new development and I would have thought that I might have felt a full-term baby flip upside down! Anyway, we discussed options with the consultant and decided that a c-section was safest (I was a section baby, as were most of my family, so I had no fear of it). This was a Friday and the section was arranged for the Monday. On Friday night, however, I went into labour.
9pm: Contractions were painful but not too bad at first and I wasn't even sure if I wasn't having BH at this point. Suddenly, I started to shake uncontrollably. This scared me because I had never heard of this happening in labour before. We called the hospital, who said to come in. I distinctly remember right before we got in the taxi, being laid out on our bed shaking so badly it was like I was having a seizure and my poor DH trying to sooth me but not really knowing what to do
Midnight: Got to hospital, where I had a show while in the waiting room. Contractions were now really painful but only every 5mins. Finally got seen and examined by a nice doctor and was 4cms. A pair of doctors came in (who I later knew to be surgeons) and basically tried to convince me to deliver naturally. I firmly but politely refused but I was appalled that they would try to get me to reverse my decision when I was already in pain!! Waters then broke
2am: We were basically left alone after that. I asked for G&A but it never came and we were left in a dark labour room to get on with it. The doctor came back and forth once in a while to tell us our progress in the c-section queue. Around this time, DH noticed that my contractions were getting worse and every 2mins now. I was rolling around on the bed, biting sheets and pillows, groaning and moaning in so much pain. It felt like someone was stamping on my spine.
4am: Finally got examined again and was now 7cms. I was now becoming very scared that all my plans were going to be changed and I would have to deliver naturally, which I was scared to do now. Finally, the G&A was switched on but when I took some, it made me so disoriented that I felt totally out of control and stopped using it as it made contractions feel worse in my head.
4:30am: Blessedly, we were finally taken to theatre and I had the baby. I think the worst moment of the whole thing was when they put Joe, wrapped up in a blanket, next to my head. I looked at him and felt absolutely nothing. I had expected to be overwhelmed with a rush of motherly love or something but I didn't feel anything towards him at all. Thankfully, he was whisked away and my DH went with him.
Saturday was ok - Joe mostly slept and I thought we had got BF going. The problems started that night. He just wouldn't stop feeding all night and if I put him down at all, he screamed. I felt so worried and stressed, all alone with him for the first time. I felt that something was not right with this but the midwives kept saying that he was latching on fine. Eventually, he passed out at 6am for 2hrs.
Sunday was more of the same - he fed non-stop for 6hrs and screamed if I tried to stop. It wasn't until 7pm that evening (I had had no sleep since Thurs night by this point) that a midwife finally helped me to hand-express and we saw that I was producing absolutely nothing. She said we needed to get him on some formula for the time being and she cup fed him. When I saw him feeding, I actually sat on my bed and cried.
We went home on Monday, continuing to FF and I tried to express but was getting nothing. In the meantime, my stitches were making it difficult to move around easily and I was walloped with the baby blues on Tuesday. I just spent the whole day crying. Thank God for DH, who was amazing and took charge of Joe for me.
By the end of the week, I had eventually got myself together again but I was so stressed and anxious about his feeding, I couldn't face returning to breast feeding again and we have remained on formula.
My main problem after all of this is that I feel as though I have had a baby but have had none of the experience of a mother, if that makes sense - no natural birth, no breast feeding. I feel that my bond with Joe has suffered as a result - I love my son to bits but sometimes I think that DH has a better bond with him than I do. We also found out that Joe has a large sized head and the community midwife remarked to me that she doesn't think I could have delivered him naturally anyway.
I have lost all faith in the system. I know we will have another baby in future as we don't want Joe to be an only child if possible but I am terrified of how it will go. The idea of having another c-section and all the problems with feeding that resulted from it make me want to consider a VBAC but I also feel as though natural childbirth is still a mystery to me and I'm terrified that my wound will tear, etc. And if our next child also has a large head, what then?
I'm sure all these feelings will fade with time but I just feel let down.
Sorry for waffling on - just had to get that out!!