aycaramba i know exactly how you feel.... and i feel so annoyed and angry that i got conned into having a vbac... told it would be better for me and the baby, safer, natural etc etc etc... what a myth... i know there are lots of women out there that have v-births with no problems, but my god i never knew the horrendous things it could do to your body, and had i not been so naive, and if i knew that these things were even a remote possibility, then there is no way in a pink fit i would have entertaine the idea of a vbac....
i'm sorry but why aren't we pre-warned about this...? why is it that for a c-section you are told of the risks etc, possible complications - why is it that for a vbac or a v-birth, you aren't told of the possible after affects... wetting yourself or pooping yourself on a daily basis... this is madness and i am so so jaded and angry about the whole birth process.... i would go as far to say that from my experience, i do not believe in v-births..... one thing for sure is i will be telling my daughter about my experience when she is older and making her aware of what is at risk, so she can make an informed decision... i certainly don't think my decision was informed at all...
sorry, that was an angry essay way off topic...
just wanted you to know i have felt the same things you are talking about, and also worry about what my life will be like in say 15 years, when i am only 45, and my tvt surgery will possibly no longer be effective.... i wish i could stop myself from worrying about the future and what it means for me but i can't....
with my surgery in 4 weeks though i am feeling better about things.... i know this sounds odd and probably over the top, but i plan on LIVING after the surgery... for the past 6 months i haven't been living my life very well, haven't been able to do the things i enjoy, and have been preoccupied with this horrible condition.... if the surgery fixes things, or even greatly improves things, i am going to ENJOY LIFE.... i am sure i will feel like i have a new lease on life and i want to get out there and enjoy it, and enjoy my kids... does that make any sense??
for the first few months i wondered why i had had a second child, what was i thinking....? i kept being reminded that before my boy arrived, my life was better, more normal, and since his arrival it has all gone to hell.... i know it sounds awful, but he was like a daily reminder of how ruined my life and body was..... now 6 months on i am so in love with him and can't imagine my life before him.... i mean of course i loved him when he was born, but now i am completely in love with him regardless of what having him has done to my body....
i'm no longer making any sense i know... sorry.... what i mean is, i no longer relate him to what i am going through... does that make even a teeny bit of sense? he is just my beautiful boy and i he isn't connected to the hell i am going thru....
hope i may have made some sense.... sorry this was a long post, feel free to post in here please, i do not talk to my partner about what i am going through AT ALL, and i don't talk to my friends much about it either, as i feel they don't know what to say, or avoid saying anything, so online is the only place i let it all out....
looking back to the first few months dealing with this i would say without a doubt i was suffering from a severe form of depression as a result of it.... but now things are brighter.... i suppose its a bit sad that i have adjusted to this awful way of life, but i guess i have.