After a textbook-perfect labour, ds was an emergency cs. "Failure to progress in 2nd stage." I don't really regret that - I knew he wasn't coming out, could feel his feet under my ribs. Nobody really knows why not. He was large, but not ridiculously so; he was in the right position but could've had his head tilted; that full bladder nobody told me to empty might've got in the way; we just don't know. I accept this.
I would still like to try for vbac with #2. But 2 very different consultants have both said they'd rate my chance of success at about 30-40%. Partly the fact that last time didn't work out for no apparent reason, partly that second babies tend to be larger. And, I guess, partly because they intervene more quickly in case of uterine rupture. I get all that, too.
But only with my brain, apparently. Even though I know that ultimately, I'm not In Charge, in the way us type-a control-freaky oldest-child virgos like to be in charge, I am still feeling like, if it doesn't work out, I'll be some kind of failure. (Because THAT's a helpful 'tude.)
I've been doing some of Janet Balasakas's exercises, have a birth ball (which I can sit on for about 5 minutes before my back starts screaming), but I'm unavoidably less fit than last time. I don't feel ready or strong or empowered or any of that good stuff. At all. (6 weeks to go or thereabouts.) I feel like ... I dunno, like it's a done deal, like I might just as well go for an elective and save everyone the hassle of another emcs. Like - well, just a bit low, really.
Come and share your stories. Give me a poke and tell me I'm being silly. And pass the muffins.