I had a horrendous birth experience with dd, but we both came out of it okay, and I thought I had dealt with it and moved on. Dd was induced early because a scan at 38 weeks appeared to show that she had stopped growing and was under 5lbs. I went into labour normally following the induction, and everything was fine until the pushing stage, when I just couldn't get her out. After 3 hours of pushing for all I was worth, scans showed that she was the right way round, engaged, but not moving, and tests on me showed that I was developing problems, so I ended up having an emergency c-section. Dd was actually a healthy 6lb13, and I was happy that my baby was fine, and I would mend. I had a lot of support from my family and my MW, and I thought I was fine.
Today I was proved wrong. I was at a mother and baby group, and a young woman expecting twins came along. She wanted to hear other people's birth stories, but only if they were good, so I just sat there, listening. Later in a shop with my baby, the shop assistant commented that her daughter had not long had a baby, delivered by c-section, and made a comment about more women having sections today. I nearly bit her head off, pointing out in no uncertain terms that not all of choose to have a section, and that a healthly baby was the most important to me.
I've been unable to get it out of my mind since then, and if I'm honest, I'm not okay about, at least, not at the moment, because I feel like something has been taken away, or that I've been deprived of something precious, and that I'm inadequate because I couldn't give birth naturally. Don't get me wrong, I have a beautiful daughter and I love her more than anything, but because of me she had a rather traumatic entry into this world. I'm just really angry with myself that it had to be like that. The strength of my reaction today really surprised me, I guess I have managed to block things out really effectively.
Anyway hopefully acknowledging my feelings will help. And I probably need someone to give me a good kick up the backside and tell me that there are worse things that could have happened. Just wish I could stop the tears running down my face as I write.