I haven't had the experience. But my mum did! I'm the product of a traumatic forceps delivery (I heard a lot about it growing up!). Would it help you if a 52 year old 'baby' said, I'm great! It all worked out. And my mum recovered. She didn't have anymore kids but I was number 3 and she was in her late 30s which is why. But it was terribly frightening for her. She remained overly cautious with me in ways she wasn't with my two older siblings. Extremely, extremely protective and anxious. Poor mum. Mums didn't get help with this stuff in 1972. But she did do well, all things considered.
Really get some counselling. Trauma lands so differently for everyone. And even with a straightforward birth, there's that awareness that life really hangs in the balance. That baby drawing its first breath of life is on us mums and our pushes! The pressure is unbelievable. Being the givers of life is no mean feat! Go easy on yourself, lots of self love and self respect. You did it! Hard as it was, your baby made it. Sit with that as much as you can.
In the past decade plus, I've had three big 'Life on Life's Terms' moments: I delivered a stillborn daughter, my youngest had a traumatic accident which could have been fatal and by some miracle was not. Four years ago, and for no good reason at all- which means I can do nothing to prevent a future one- I had a sudden cardiac arrest and lived! All three situations, years and years later, can easily bring on panic attacks even now.
I still have to stop and say, "We are here. We breathe. It's ok. We're safe," rinse, repeat. And I just work on my breath and do the thing. It's all I can do. I've had therapy which has really, really, really helped me to 'be here now' (not an Oasis fan, by the way!) and just be alive without thinking too much about what cannot be undone, while focusing on the reality of what is: We are here, we're safe, it's all good. It's taken some time to cultivate peace. Things take time.
Little mantras, good breathing, therapy. Writing helps some people. I haven't done the latter.
It sounds so corny but when I think about my youngest and the traumatic incident he suffered, I look at him now, 8 years later (he was 2 at the time), and I just take a moment's grace, give a few seconds to sitting with gratitude and peace. This re-calibrates me, gets the bugs and fear out.
You can't undo what happened, but you can work with the good stuff and create your own internal healing balm. Therapy helps you source the good stuff. You need help to get it. Get that help. Time helps enormously, probably this is what helps most of all. Good old time, taking its sweet ass time when we need it to hurry up and help us heal. But time knows the time!
And watching your little one thrive helps you to recover. Just hold your little one and absorb the love, the healing, the being together. I find just hugging the kids the best therapy. "We're here. We're ok." Hugs confirm safety.
We heal (and hurt!) through our children. How can we not? They were bound to us, inside of us!