I had a very long labour with DS1 (47.5 hrs)- failure to progress, so needed drip, epidural and finally ventouse (so episiotomy and stitches) to get him out. He was fine, bf'ing very hard to establish but battled on for about 6 weeks and finally it came right.
Post natal care at hosptial crap (midwives told me to give DS1 formula, as they were too busy to help me bf; dreadful food, toilets blocked. Heatwave, but no windows to open on ward and only one fan between 4 of us. Lights left on all night).
Was quite surprised when DH's brothers both came to visit me in hosp, as hadn't been expecting them, but very nice to see them. What I didn't know was that they had really come to tell DH that his mother was terminally ill. So DH leaves the hospital with them, full of the joys of his first born son, only to be taken home to be told that his mother is dying.
DS1 is now 2.5 and DH's mother has passed away and I thought I had got over the trauma of those first few weeks. However the closer I get to giving birth again, it all seems to be coming back to me. I am waking up every night feeling anxious and breathless and I can't stop thinking about my MIL.
I am feeling very upset that all the joys of having a new baby were overshadowed by the trauma of MIL's news (not sure if that's the right way to put it, as it makes me sound heartless, but I think I'm trying to say that I associate childbirth with traumatic events). I know this will be a different labour and birth- if only because I'll be in a private hospital, in a different country, so am expecting the level of care to be better- but I still can't help feeling anxious about it.
I also remember feeling very shocked about the relentlessness of life with a newborn- I am the youngest in my family and none of my friends had babies before me, so I didn't know anything about what life with a baby would be like. I remember taking about two hours to get out of the house and I am starting to stress about how I am going to cope with a toddler and a newborn.
I've only got 5 weeks til I'm due, and if I can't beat this anxiety soon, I'm going to be a basket case by the time the baby actually arrives.