Thank you again. And I am sorry- yet strangely heartened in an it's nice not to be alone in this- that others have had the same feelings around birth.
I am a screwed up mess. You see, you're trying to be helpful talking to me about asynclitic release but all I hear is 'well you could have fixed it if only...' which of course says everything about me and nothing about any of you. I knew about presentations, I knew about birthing positions and ofp. I pushed for 6hrs with a stuck baby. I tried side crunches to release her, squats, assisted squats, all 4s, kneeling up, leaning over a ball, sitting on the toilet, sitting up, standing, leaning over a desk. If there was a swinging from the light fitting birth position, I'd have been there. The community midwives tried everything they could think of. I never had an urge to push, not a single one. It was all directed pushing. I tore a muscle and burst all of the blood vessels in my eyes (there are no pictures of me with dd as a newborn because of this).
I shy away from counselling because they can't answer my questions for me. They can't tell me why it happened, if there's something wrong with my pelvis. They can't tell me I did everything possible, they can't undo the feeling of never having given birth yet having a baby. And they can't change me. I assume counselling is designed to discover why you feel a certain way. Well, I'm pretty well clued up on my own flaws. I despise loss of control. I'm teetotal because I could never be drunk, I would never do a bungee jump, I don't like surprises (I sound great fun don't I). I knew that to an extent you couldn't control labour but I read everything I could, I knew the physiology of labour, the hormone reactions, the effect of breathing and hypnosis on pain. I worked hard at it, trying to retain some control over it. But then my contractions were 2.5 minutes long and in the wrong place (I knew they were wrong, I repeated this regularly but I was a first timer, of course they hear 'I can't do this, something's wrong' every day), I knew that when I had no urge to push and no pressure in my bottom and could feel no descent that things werent the way they should be. And I knew where it was heading and it was somewhere I would have to relinquish control. And there's the problem. Me. The sort of person I am and always have been. And I won't change and I used to think, you know, it's okay that I'm not an adrenalin-junkie and I'm happy being a homebird and like familiarity but now I think being the person I am caused that day and that's just something I have to accept.
I've looked at the Birth Trauma website before. It's a heady mix of oddly reassuring and confirmation of the hell that is childbirth. It certainly doesn't help with convincing me to do it again. Which I feel like I have to because I wanted a big family and so did dh and dd deserves it and I should just do it and thank goodness I'm fertile. And I should, I should be grateful. It is selfish of me not to when I can. But I can't. We try discussing it occasionally. It's not pretty.
It's funny how your life turns out isn't it?