I'm currently nearly 24 wks pregnant with my second child. My dd is nearly 9. I had a very difficult traumatic birth with her. I was in an out of hospital as an in patient with various complications (undiagnosed thyroid issues, severe anaemia treated with daily iron injections, suspected gestational diabetes that led to early induction etc)...
I ended up having her at 37 wks after a 70 hour induction ending in an epidural that made me paralysed from the neck down for 2 days and a ventouse delivery complete with episiotomy that left me with so many stitches I couldn't walk or sit down for about 6 weeks. I later saw a specialist about having the episiotomy restitched.
The whole thing has left me with an intense fear of everything to do with midwives, maternity suites, delivery rooms and in particular vaginal internal exams (although not smear tests, I am ok with these) as I found the internals particularly painful and invasive. I would say to the midwives the internals were painful and they didn't stop. I can only liken this to being raped or sexually assaulted. This is really how I feel. I am sorry if this offends anyone.
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I always swore I would never ever have another child. I had severe PTSD and PND with an overwhelming feeling that I almost blamed my dd for putting me through such an ordeal I know this is nuts but this is how I felt and I couldn't bond with her at all. I did everything on auto pilot in terms of being a "good mum" but I didn't bond with her really until she started to become a toddler if I am honest.
I coped with everything by going out to work full time in a demanding career, being the main breadwinner and my mum looked after dd for me.
Fast forward 9 years, I am a different person now. I wanted to have a sibling for my dd and I wanted another child as did my now partner (not dd's dad). I am no longer the career woman I was, I am totally family minded and I work only a few hours a week. My partner and I were told we had fertility issues and were on the waiting list for IVF but despite this we managed to conceive naturally. So here I am 24 wks in with a ds.
I should be over the moon. But I'm not. I am finding the whole thing harder than I ever imagined. I have more or less decided that I will have to have an elective c section this time and I have already had one battle with the consultant about it and they have basically said that I can have that option although he has said a "vaginal delivery would be the better option for me" - really??? I am so angry that he said that to me, it's like he's compared my delivery to a "normal" delivery and compared that to a c section!
I am not a daft woman, I understand the complications that can come with a c section and that it is major surgery. I have done extensive research.
I have another appointment due with the consultant at 32 weeks. I am terrified that they will say no and I will end up going round and round in circles until I end up in labour. I would rather kill myself than end up in labour again. I simply cannot do it.
The thing I am struggling with the most is that this week I had a possible leakage of fluid (thankfully turned out okay) and I ended up in the place I hate the most - the delivery ward (different hospital to where I had dd by the way). I ended up having 2 internal exams, one half an hour after the other. It was horrendous. I felt totally out of control and it has brought all my feelings back about having dd again. I managed to hide this well from the midwives, consultant and my partner as I don't want to keep talking about it all the time.
I know it sounds stupid but I had only considered the fact that I would be having a c section and not that I might have complications with this pregnancy that might result in internals and invasive procedures prior to the birth. This has now sent me into a complete panic and severe depression.
I am now feeling that I can't do this at all. To top things off my partner, who had been off work for the last 6 months, has now found a new job with very long hours so whereas before I had someone around me all the time to talk to etc he's now back at work. I am pleased he's back at work don't get me wrong, I am proud of him for getting back (he was unemployed due to illness and has now made a recovery) and he is the most supportive partner I could ask for in every way but I just feel that now I will be on my own every day trying to cope with all this and then a screaming baby at the end of it all.
What a mess.