I'm okay and well and all that. I'm not having flashbacks or depression. I think this is largely due to the fact that I am so fortunate that my DD is here that I kind of don't care how awful it was because she really shouldn't be here at all (I had a medical termination of her at about 9 weeks to my eternal shame).
Nevertheless, the birth was very bad and I do find myself thinking about it more and more - as though I need confirmation of how bad it was and embarrassingly some kind of recognition for getting through it.
My DP never made it to the birth - laregly intentionally as he didn't want me to have the baby. So, though he has been with me since I had her, he was never involved and so knows little of the terror and horribleness.
The key points are that it was a HB that turned into a hospital induction at 3 weeks overdue. I had an epidural which was the very last thing I wanted ever having had one with DD1 10 years ago.
The epidural caused me to have some kind of seizure thing and also made DDs heart stop bearting for 2 mins (she was scalp monitored and had this episode of Bradychardia). They called a crash section but stood down as her heart began beating again.
The reason for 37 hour highly medicalised labour was her face presentation and nobody knew this until very late in labour. The extent of her back to back malpositioning I don't even think was fully clear until she began to descend down the birth canal.
I had a brilliant midwife at point of delivery who helped me deliver without any tearing.
Anyway, I kind of don't get how bad some of the things that happened are in terms of risk and am confused about how I should feel. Was it not that bad, was I not really at risk, was baby not particularly threatened.
It's really hard to explain but I just don't get the extent of what went on bevcause I was in it and dealing with it so couldn't think.
My recollection is that it was traumatic but maybe it wasn't that bad..?